I like this song a lot because it reminds me of Archie Bronson Outfit's Derdang Derdang lyrically and kind of musically, but the singer is straight up Andrew Jackson Jihad in their punkier moments. I like the song for the same reason I like all songs about longing: I am full, full, full with longing for women I can't even begin to imagine. I like to think that someday I'll meet a woman and suddenly every song I've heard about love (loving, longing, losing) will make sense.

Eureka! I'll declare. I've discovered how these guys have written these songs. I only need to imagine losing this girl and the depths of pain I experience are so grand that I can write a million love songs. "Your movement is my treasure chest," it all makes so much sense now.

But no, right now, I can only imagine what it's like to feel like that, either again, or just at all. Sometimes I'm not sure. It's happened enough times now that I've thought I was in love only to discover years later that it was only a fraction of how in love with someone I could be. How many times will this happen? Now that I feel severed from...

Oh, I'm just such a mope lately. I'm no good at this whole being single/alone thing, just no good at it at all. I miss how it used to be that in those quiet moments where I didn't have to think about anything and I was able to just stand for a second and breath a small sigh of relief, I'd feel content, happy. Now it feels like the walls are closing in on me, that I'll suffocate at any moment under the crushing awareness of all the time I'm going to spend alone throughout my life.

I've got no treasure chest.