This is the most blatantly self-reflexive song on the album, almost a sequel to "Close to Home." In that song, they were lamenting the fact that their hometown would never come around to appreciating what they had made of themselves, and this is a rebuttal of those harshest critics that decry anything but a return to Something to Write Home About. This album is almost defiant in its refusal to align with people's desires for more hooky love songs, and this is the perfect track to end on, ending perhaps their most refreshing and energetic album with a staunch decree: They aren't going to fade away without a fight, so go fuck yourself.
This is the most blatantly self-reflexive song on the album, almost a sequel to "Close to Home." In that song, they were lamenting the fact that their hometown would never come around to appreciating what they had made of themselves, and this is a rebuttal of those harshest critics that decry anything but a return to Something to Write Home About. This album is almost defiant in its refusal to align with people's desires for more hooky love songs, and this is the perfect track to end on, ending perhaps their most refreshing and energetic album with a staunch decree: They aren't going to fade away without a fight, so go fuck yourself.