Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush
out on the winding, windy moors we'd roll and fall in green. you had a temper like my jealousy too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me when I needed to possess you? I hated you. I loved you, too.
Stuck by Stacie Orrico
One of these songs that always resound from the depths of my adolescence. I haven't heard this in maybe a decade until today and, wonder of wonders, I still like it.
Now that I think about it, I think I like it so much because it -- in its own childish, helpless way -- describes the relentless pattern of thought of addiction.