Don't you dare
Speak for someone you don't know
They'll feel it in the back of their throat

I think it's safe to say I've only got myself to blame
But boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down
Taking pictures of themselves

And so I walk the web in search of love
But always seem to end up stuck
I'm finding flaws in everyone.
I've reached the point where all I want
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up
We are parallel lines
We’re running in circles
We're never meant to cross
--"Dog Problems" by The Format