From the opening words - “Girl you suck!” - it’s pretty clear where Not As Cool As Me is going, emotionally speaking. And goes and goes, and doesn’t let up, until what you have, curled and vicious, is the song you’ll play next time you know it’s over and you’re not going to let it lie. Or when you’re well and truly trousered and you’ve made a horrible mistake that you’re going to have to work pretty hard to undo the next morning, which will not be easy on account of the absolutely stinking hangover you’re forced to swim through.

I love this, by the way. Probably could have made that clearer in the first paragraph.