I was re-listening to Cherry Peel by Of Montreal again. It's really interesting to listen to this album knowing that Kevin Barnes would eventually officially come out as bisexual 23 years after its release, because the whole thing feels like "I'm bisexual haha jk but wouldn't it be just soooo cool if i was? nah but i am tho... but not really."
One half is about mourning a recently ended relationship, the entire other half reads like a love letter to her friends about how much they mean to her. Throughout the entire thing she just keeps flirting with the idea of being romantically involved with them, marrying them, wishing things were different, but ultimately still being very happy they're in her life at all.
The album really feels like a series of daydreams, laying in bed, letting thoughts come and go. Thoughts about a connection lost, desires you hold, and suddenly being hit by one you can't quite understand or are ready to fully accept, so you have this awkward handshake with it before moving on to the next. It feels like knowing but not being ready to over-complicate things with your friends. It feels like knowing but not being ready to know.