Navigating the complexities of modern social dynamics, this song delves into the existential struggle of maintaining authenticity in an increasingly superficial world. The protagonist finds themselves disillusioned with their surroundings, where friends are more concerned with reputation than genuine connection. The recurring metaphor of a "ticking time bomb" encapsulates the mounting pressure and impatience they feel within this artificial environment. Flicking through their iPhone aimlessly, they seek solace but find only transient distractions. The lyrics critique the obsession with status and validation, highlighting a deep-seated desire for something more substantial. Ultimately, it is a poignant commentary on the emptiness that often accompanies societal expectations and the relentless pursuit of superficial success.
Time Bomb
Lyrics
Found my corner of the matrix
No, I never thought I'd say this
But it turns out all my friends are famous
So concerned with reputation
Why every night do I try assimilating?
Not gonna lie, I'm getting tired of this simulation
I'm a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home
Flicking through my iPhone, no destination
Don't care about your homies pretending that they know me
I don't got time for phonies or validation
Get fucked up every Thursday, drink like it's your birthday
So obsessed with first place, oh, oh
Yeah, I'm a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home
Flicking through my iPhone, no destination
I guess I'll stay on this vibration
I don't need your reciprocation
As it turns out, love is condensation
I keep it moving on 'cause I'm impatient
Why every night do I try assimilating?
Not gonna lie, getting tired of this simulation
I'm a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home
Flicking through my iPhone, no destination
Don't care about your homies pretending that they know me
I don't got time for phonies or validation
Get fucked up every Thursday, drink like it's your birthday
So obsessed with first place, oh, oh
Yeah, I'm a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home
Flicking through my iPhone, no destination
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I'm a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home
Flicking through my iPhone, no destination
Don't care about your homies pretending that they know me
I don't got time for phonies or validation
Get fucked up every Thursday, drink like it's your birthday
So obsessed with first place, oh, oh
Yeah, I'm a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home
Flicking through my iPhone, no destination
Writer(s): Alexander J. Pall, Andrew Taggart, Chloe George Gasparini, Jacob Alan Greenspan, Jace Logan Jennings
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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