I’m losing the girl I love. It feels wretched, and sense-killing, a slowly increasing panic that’s spreading in my head like a bacterial virus I have no control over. It feels like I’ve actually, physically got a hole in my chest. I keep checking to make sure I haven’t. All I want right now are pitch-black bedrooms, nondescript sidestreets, and rain, rain galore, so much rain. I want to hide, and never try again. I want to, but of course I won’t.
Here’s the only possible song, and even a video with cute dogs.
Sunset Rubdown – Shut Up I Am Dreaming Of Places Where Lovers Have Wings (mp3)