Paisley Fields wants to know — in stretched out audio, in hyperpop gibberish, in plain voice, and in song — Are U Mad At Me?

He’s kidding, of course. Because it’s obviously easier to giggle and keep things fun and flirty, lest someone lets life get a little too real.

But somewhere in the fields and line dances of rural Iowa, the ghosts of Fields’ scared, closeted childhood are still wondering