You know what, I'm sort of tired of you crawling into your little box you've crayoned "Time Machine" onto. I mean, it might have been fun messing with you, dressing in period costumes, making you believe that it was 1628, and you'd rather, overshot the very short period of which your favourite band was at all relevant. It was cute, also, as you clumsily attempted to impress me with your rendition of "In the end" on that lute I'd bought from the ren fair.
And you know what? I don't mind buying stockings just for you, and pretending they're mine, because, hey, you want to run around the house naked with a stocking on your head like some high as a kite burglar, you go right ahead.
But serious, we live in the present! THE FREAKING PRESENT, why don't you go out and listen to a band that is currently making music right now and see if you like that. Expand a little! You know what? I'm going to show you how to expand. I'm going to go see other people! Oh, and P.S. I burned down your time machine, so you can't come crawling back before we broke up.
P.S. Yes. We broke up. It takes two to tango, and one to say go find someone else to steal leggings from.