Can't stop listening to this; I have to cut myself off, or I will cross that horrific threshold where you oversaturate your brain with a certain song until it backfires, and you can never hear it the same magical, enamored way again. OH NO, it's like a metaphor for relationships, which incidentally this song is about (it's about time someone wrote a song about relationships):
Don't worry, little song. I will ration you out once on the hour every hour until my co-workers murder me with solemn fanfare.
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