Trufax: when I was twelve, I may or may not have written some of these lyrics on my all with oil pastels. Next to the hole shaped like Australia from when I threw a boombox threw the wall because I had too many feelings.

I probably should never admit this, but I have no shame anymore.

So, apparently it’s virtually impossible to find a live performance of the original, but the middle aged lady in me can totally get down with this version.