Story Behind The Song

I received a bunch of slack from some co-workers for breaking up with an ill-suited boyfriend in favor of what turned out to be a far better option.

Song Description

This chunky yet contagious tune features Dischord's Capitol City Dusters in an assertive, empowering tell-off song. The singer tells her detractors to go ahead and hate her, she knows she's made the right choice. The bridge explores the magic of a new love, and leads to the anthemic chorus.

Lyrics

Thirteen weeks in the dog house
Because I don't love him anymore
I've got eight weeks left to go I know
Pretending to ignore
Day after day in hot water
Because I'm the wicked bitch of the east
Why don't I pull up a chair and watch the animosity increase

But how can I explain that
We were spies in the Thai market
The thrill of talking through machines to you
Could straighten out my spine
And how can I explain
We were dancing naked to Professor Longhair
In the darkness of your living room
I don't think I'll even try

CHORUS:
I'll tell them, vilify me
If you're alone or scared
If you're bored or moody
To prove you're true blue
I can be your enemy
I'll say it's easy
Just vilify me

Sixteen years getting sucked up
Getting tossed across like a doll
You know they can't disguise
If I was one of the guys
It wouldn't bother them at all
One year just like a lifetime
I think I nearly died of ennui
The boy is better off without me
That I'm sure we all agree

How can I explain
That we're cartoons wheen we cross the border
In a super-loaded hover car, solving recent crimes
And how can I explain
That I'm Aurora Borealis
Every moment that you're near me
I don't think I'll even try

CHORUS