Missing Poet Ben and His Bitches

I was at Jango soundtripping to the '90s on a dull Saturday afternoon when this song randomly played:





I was transported back to 2005. Semi-fresh from graduation, kinda-fresh-from Europe, but generally not-so-fresh because of a heartbreak--the first, real one. That was my anthem then. Let it never be sung again. Ever. 


(WQ, you better take note of this.)