I'm loving this song a lot tonight:

Two to one, static to the sound of you and I undone for the last time. And there this was, hiding at the bottom of your swimming pool some September. And don't you think I wish I could stay? Your lips give you away, I can hear it, the jet engine through the center of the storm and I'm thinking I'd prefer not to be rescued. Two to none, roads that lead away from this, I'm following myself just this once. And I've got spun, It appears you're spun as well. It happens when you pay attention. This could take all year, but when it's quiet, does she hear me? Jettisoned to the center of the storm and I'm thinking I prefer not to be rescued. Oh, I can feel her, she's dying just to keep me cool. I'm finally numb, so please don't get me rescued. And it's unclear, but this may be my last song. Oh, I, I can tell she's raising hell to give to me. She got me warm so please don't get me rescued. Oh, say you'll miss me one last time, I'll be strong, but whatever you do please don't get me rescued. 'Cause I'm feeling like I might need to be near you. And I feel alright, so please don't get me rescued.