It hijacks the ordinary machinery of a day. You check, and check again; you decode punctuation; you replay a thirty-second exchange until it wears smooth. The other person stops being a human being and becomes a weather system you live inside.
The feedback loop is merciless. A reply lifts you for an hour; silence drops you for an evening; and the swings themselves become addictive, until the wanting has less to do with them than with the state they put you in.
The music loops and fixates, circling the same bright, dangerous point. Insistent repetition, a hook that will not let go, a groove that keeps returning to the phrase it cannot leave alone.
The arc tips over here from wanting into compulsion. Play it when you already know you are checking your phone too often and cannot make yourself stop.