Self delusion can be problematic, and one gets the sense that Jenny Owen Youngs is no stranger to the consequences of excessive wishful thinking.
Thing is, I don't get the feeling that past experience is going to alter her behavior much. That's just not how it works with her, something most evident in the initial comparison of love to a tumor. After all, it's not like you choose to get a tumor, after all. (Yes there are risk factors and whatnot, but you never really CHOOSE-choose, if you know what I mean.)
Anyway, in a pop universe that tends to focus on melodrama and self-pity, this song is a wry, knowing, yet totally committed addition to the ocean of songs dealing with lovesickness.
And still manages to be quite funny.
Jenny Owen Youngs
"Fuck Was I"
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