To-Mor-Row

If this song had existed when I was a 17 year old, I would have listened to it endlessly...Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me...

Instead, tomorrow I'm seeing Broken Social Scene at Hopscotch with a blonde babe who knew me when I was 17, talkin' trash under my breath. I wish I could think of better descriptive words than "yay" and "hollerrrrrrrrr" but I really, really can't.