I heard a new Kevin Devine song and thought of you. It's a political cut, soaked with a sense of urgency. It's a cry for help that is begging for a helping hand. It's an I told you so with a what the fuck do we do now.
I'm not sure whether it was his facial hair, sense of style, or impassioned voice that made me think of you but bottom line you might be brothers separated at birth. Either that or it's 2 in the morning and I am off my rocker.
See for yourself:
P.s. When I imitated your tight jeans it was mostly out of jealousy