Out here the hills go on for miles/ the sun is like my own sense of direction

You know what's the only problem with liking relatively obscure music? When you get a song stuck in your head it takes FOREVER to figure out what it is.

Had three verses from Remembering Sunday by All Time Low running through my mind every now and then the past two days and it took an excessive amount of googling before I finally figured out what they were.

On the bright side, I am totally reminded why I like All Time Low now. =D