Sharon Van Etten outlining an assortment of pyrrhic victories on the hook of "Your Love Is Killing Me": "Break my legs so I won't walk to you/Cut my tongue so I can't talk to you," etc. Her self-portrait on "Every Time The Sun Comes Up" found a bitter smile in the gap between self-image and reality. In comparison, here's a track that's composed from the point of no return.
The raised stakes makes Van Etten's voice that much more powerful, aware of its compromised vitality. What makes it a great love song is that the chief conflict comes from herself. Her pain's source is almost incidental to the battles she's waging within, the ones she can't escape with a deleted phone number or a move to a different city. The pin's out of the grenade and pressed against the heart that's fueling this poisonous love, her eyes looking through it and towards oblivion.