In The Old Days, When

A Song Nobody Likes Is A Sad Thing. But A Love Song Nobody Likes Is Hardly A Thing At All.

'american Horror' Goes For A Very Specific Kind Of Seventies Suburban Downer Ambience - 'flowers In The Attic' Paperbacks, Black Sabbath Album Covers And Late-night Flicks Like 'let's Scare Jessica To Death.' It Even Has 'go Ask Alice'-era Urban Legends.

We All Get As Miserable As Erika M. Andersen Sometimes, But We Rarely Approach Her Musical-ideas-per-miserable-minute Ratio.

Singing What's In Your Heart? Naming The Things You Love And Loathe? You Can Get Hurt That Way. Hell, You Will Get Hurt That Way. But You'll Get Hurt Trying To Hide Away In All That Silence And Leave Your Life Unsung. There's No Future Without Tears. Are You Really Setting Your Hopes On Not Getting Hurt At All? You Think That's An Option? You Clearly Aren't Listening To Enough Morrissey Songs.

Unlike Me, Renee Was Not Shy; She Was A Real People-pleaser. She Worried Way Too Much What People Thought Of Her, Wore Her Heart On Her Sleeve, Expected Too Much From People, And Got Hurt Too Easily. She Kept Other People's Secrets Like A Champ, But Told Her Own Too Fast. She Expected The World Not To Cheat Her And Was Always Surprised When It Did.