Stay for breakfast.
I can count with the fingers on one hand, the number of songs that have flown right out of the television and implanted itself permanently onto my brain.
This makes three.
They make an itch. Pounding in your head incessantly, urging you to “get me, get me, because you love me, yes you do!”
So when I watched the season finale to one of the finest (albeit morbidly fascinating) television series ever to grace HBO’s stables, I thought I could feel the wind in my hair as I drove down endless highways, where the surroundings never change; where the sceneries are put on repeat. Driving on for five minutes, and that big red rock is still there.
And its effects are amplified a thousand times more with that brilliant song.
Being held against the wall and letting the music slowly wrap around you, but hammering your insides. Gently.
She sounded so fragile. A little push and she would have broken into a thousand pieces.
Oh, the vulnerability; the desperation.
And no, you cannot fight back something as beautiful as this.
I must have been hypnotised.
(As always, I am a year late. I cannot help but wonder: what if they had not used this song at all? What if this song was never made?)
It is just so damn perfect.
And breathe me.