I like... the relative comfort of having at least partially crawled out of the crusher
I don't like... knowing how little it would take for me to fall back in
I hate... the fear of that relapse warping an essential (in epicurean terms) relationship of mine
And now, an alegory:
Okay, not exactly, but any excuse is good to rewatch this one. And Shirley emotes the hell out of this song. The bees laid honey in the lion's head, man!
