Mood swings make you think that it isn't your moods, but the shittiness of things around. Selfish people, time-bound travel, food that clings to intestines, selfish people, selfish people, selfish people...
And then you switch on the music and you want to escape. But there's no escape. Because the voice and words echo your thoughts. Damn!
Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
Bob Dylan - Things have changed