Epitome of perfection.
I'm sorry that Flashback Fridays has turned into a drool-fest over sexy boys with guitars for me, but I can't help it. Sometimes my heart just gets nostalgic. Those blue eyes. That perfect voice. That skinny little body. Tyson Ritter is the epitome of perfection. Anyway. I still remember the first time I heard this song. I was literally in love, and I still am.
The All-American Rejects - Time Stands Still