Like many Metric songs, I think this is about being a songwriter. The Wet Blanket, the Body Leech, is the person who judges musicians for label purposes. He is the exploiter, the brick wall, who is stubborn and tells them to take their phony sophistry elsewhere. He is old-fashioned, and talks down to them, with a clenched fist. He tears musicians down. The "she" is not Emily Haines, but another musician being exploited. She is happy he wants to break it (break what? the contract). But she keeps falling for it, she keeps on the "vegetariate sing-along" and thus loses herself. The very pacing of the song and the "doo-doo-doo-doo" shows that there is both anger and a humoring disdain for this reality of today's music. This is, again, not a song about relationships or any such thing, but about the expectation of recording studios and the big labels against the aspirations of artists.
Like many Metric songs, I think this is about being a songwriter. The Wet Blanket, the Body Leech, is the person who judges musicians for label purposes. He is the exploiter, the brick wall, who is stubborn and tells them to take their phony sophistry elsewhere. He is old-fashioned, and talks down to them, with a clenched fist. He tears musicians down. The "she" is not Emily Haines, but another musician being exploited. She is happy he wants to break it (break what? the contract). But she keeps falling for it, she keeps on the "vegetariate sing-along" and thus loses herself. The very pacing of the song and the "doo-doo-doo-doo" shows that there is both anger and a humoring disdain for this reality of today's music. This is, again, not a song about relationships or any such thing, but about the expectation of recording studios and the big labels against the aspirations of artists.