And I know it's hard to be alone
Count the days, count the nights, but don't get by,
Chicago's youngblood power-pop set amp the glam on their ripped-jeaned kicks, still not over their teenage angst as they approach a Beach Housian 20-something wallow. The hooks may be windswept, but behind their shades well some loser tears for varsity flex. Of course, we all know who gets the girl.