Fuck yeah, Emily Haines!

“Wet Blanket” - Metric

“On the Sly” - Metric

I want them to hate me
so you can love me on the sly

“Patriarch on a Vespa” - Metric

Promiscuous makes an entrance
Her mouth is full of questions
Are we all brides to be?
Are we all designed to be confined?
Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them, uh huh
Organize our lives and lose the key, ah uh uh
Our faces all resemble dying roses from trying to fix it

“Hardwire” - Metric

You hardwire, I’ll try to play the guitar
Stay smoothly stoned and postpone the morning
Though we both see it coming, we don’t run
Let the silence settle in our bones

You are everything, you are nothing at all
You are everything, you are nothing at all

“Love Is A Place” - Metric

What’s holding up her face?
Nothing but blue skies
Passageways to windows that don’t close

“Help, I’m Alive (Acoustic)” - Metric

“Gold Guns Girls (Acoustic)” - Metric

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said “Better luck next time”
I don’t wanna bend like the bad girls bend
I just wanna be a friend
Is it ever gonna be enough?

“Front Row” - Metric

If you’re not alright now
Come on baby
I’ll pick you up
And take, take you
where you want
Anywhere you want