Having descended into the pop rabbit hole and realized that what I liked about my favorite Katy Perry songs aren’t evidence of my most critical thinking, but rather a finger confidently inserted into my amygdala, I bravely venture forth with another one.
This song has the advantage of, apart from an overamped mix, a simple piano figure and truly heart-felt, indeed almost cloying, lyrics. It isn’t an overproduced pop confection, it’s a sincere song produced to be a pop confection, sort of, and it really works. For me, obviously. Your mileage may vary.
I do wonder how many of the 367 million viewers of this YouTube video were more interested in Rihanna in the bathtub than the song. But I’m cynical, through and through. I feel like this song isn’t. Plus it’s catchy.