"You're gone, so move on; it's time we let things go.

You're gone, so move on; it's time we let things go.

You're gone, so move on."

-Hedley, Can't Go Back

I always always loved that part. Three lines near the end of a song, never repeated. A little filler stuck in for no apparent reason. It sticks out, a bump in a smooth line. The voice becomes a scratchy whisper, scarily similar to his stupid teenage boy rough, sore-troat, pre-pubescent voice. If I squish my headphones far enough into my ears, I can pretend he's whispering and telling me to let go, like he knows and like he cares about this. And it's not unhealthy at all. If I play back that part of the song over and over again, squishing my headphones in my ears, the message starts to get through. It's going somewhere. Finally.