1st verse keeps looping.
I hate one of my old friends for playing this on repeat in my car. I'd never have known it existed, otherwise.
Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way
You could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes, and us
Now we're photogenic
You know, we don't stand a chance
The general atmosphere in the house presently is the trigger, so it's a tad out of context with the lyrics themselves, depending on how you look at it.
The irritatingly bouncy tune makes me smirk, a bit.
Perhaps I should gaily sing the first couple lines to myself [but audibly] when I can't take the insane yelling, anymore. That ought to be entertaining, at least.