Capturing the obsessive quality of attachment in young romance, Cosentino strings together flawed rhyme schemes with blunt, and almost juvenile lyricism with sometimes equally childish sentiments (want to kill you/but then I'd miss you). Themes of longing and self doubt point to an unhealthy infatuation with a removed "more than friend" (There's nothing worse than sitting all alone at home/ and waiting waiting by the phone/ I hope that he's home/ waiting by his phone). Contrary to reason, whats left after this pity party is a profound sense of honesty. She's saying, pointedly and effectively, exactly what has been wracking her brain all along.
Two choice picks-
This song is comprised of not more than three lines of repeated verse, yet and innumerable quantity of feeling can be extracted...
Thursday, August 5, 2010
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