It's an admittedly bratty song of the week. This past month, I've realized that I'm just a little bitty part of life to people that meant a whole whole lot to me. A couple of days ago, a formerly dear friend told me, that I am, in fact, "beside the point." It's been heartbreaking and humbling, but the teenage spitefulness of this song is a perfect catharsis for it. Last night I was on the 43 bus crossing the Spring Garden bridge, and I loved blasting this song in my headphones as I watched the water coursing over the art museum dam. Perfect.