Video: Charlie XCX "Stay Away"

Note 2 self: Charlie XCX

The pile of leaves rustling at the bottom of the pool should be an obvious determent and yet you find yourself wandering out onto the diving board, eyes blurred with a lustful thirst. Your hands rise overhead, taking form as you set for the perfect dive. Your senses collectively beg and attempt to pull you from the perch wobbling high above the empty bowl. You resist. Even the marrow inside your bones is throbbing. You know he’s bad for you. You know he’s about to crush every cell of your being, and yet you jump anyway—eyes closed and instincts ignored. The air between safe and tragedy falsely comforts for a split second of pure bliss and delays the moment of impact just enough for you to forget it will happen. That is, until you find yourself swimming not in water, but in a puddle of stagnant sorrow.