“Help me, I’m holding on for dear life…”
But it’s not quite a happy song at all, is it? As the drinks continue to flow and that massive swell of a chorus transitions into an equally stunning post-chorus (also, why isn’t there more of this in pop music?!), we’re getting another glimpse of the party girl glimmering from the chandelier: She’s terrified, fucked up and barely just hanging on. (2007 realness, if you catch my drift.)