Sometimes you just happen to meet a girl, in blue high-cut chucks at a gig and there's just something about her that makes you want to give her all that she ever wanted.

Everything you think she wants,
you somehow believe she deserves to have them...and you find out what she likes and then you realize...every single thing she wants are the exact same things you've always wanted for yourself.

But you are not the thing she wants.
She wants that baby-faced bass player, that one bearded gum-chewer and that one deep lyricist

And all the complications they bring with them.