As It Was by Harry Styles and Nothing's New by Rio Romeo are both opposites of each other and somehow still feel like personal attacks against me.
As they repeat the same line over and over again I feel this sinking feeling of misery and nostalgia at once.
The best songs can rip you apart or put you back together.
It's the “ugh, men” and then I drastically fall for every boy with pretty eyes that looks like he reads Greek mythology and has a pretty accent. Like... wtf girl?! Where are my standards? Oh yeah, in hell, where I left them last time I liked a guy.