The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
I would never go to a Cher concert, so why the hell would I go to a Scissor Sisters concert? For nostalgia, mostly. So summer 2004.
I try to play some of their mp3s. I want to so badly! But I can't. I CAN'T.
OMG must cleanse my palette with some Ashlee Simpson.