I've got this weird thought coalescing in the nether-regions of my consciousness. I'm not entirely sure what it is but it involves me losing touch. I'm distancing myself from people because I'm starting to have trouble with empathy or something. I'm not sure. Maybe it's just a phase. I'll figure out how to word this and when I do I have an edit button. The title is a quote from the song you see below. The chorus fits with the fact that my friends are collectively so insane I no longer think about what causes their moods. I'm so indifferent somebody could offer to suck my dick and I'd shrug rather than answer. Actually, I think that happened this summer. Jesus...
The aforementioned chorus:
"Tick-tock, you're not a clock. You're a time bomb, baby."
Fan-made video. I usually really hate these but I wanted you to hear the song and this one is reasonably simple and well-done.
I think I like this band because they're happy overall but there are some overtones that it's not all shits and giggles. It's kinda how I work, I guess. Always happy but staying that way because it's easier than letting problems drag me down. Every day the facade gets a little shinier and whatever's still real dies a bit more. School has a way of bringing me down like this.
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Now playing: Time Bomb - The Format
via FoxyTunes
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