The song in your head when you’re drowning in quicksand

If you ever need one.

“The end of the affair
The weight of the world
The kindness gone to bed
It’s free of your laughter
Alive in the halls
Did he hear, did he hear
The fumbled words you said

Living without her
Living at all
Seems to slow me down
Living forever
Hell, I don’t know
Do I care, do I care
The thunder’s rumbled sound

This is it
This is just it
Go to him
What the hell, love?
What the hell?”

Ben Howard, “End Of The Affair”

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