Let’s be absolutely clear: “No One Else” is based on a pretty shitty sentiment, and even as a teenager at the prime of my ability to put up with shitty sentiments from dudes so long as they held a guitar and looked kind of sad and sang a cute falsetto I could play on loop, I could see that. Before Tony Soprano, Rivers Cuomo was the defining antihero of my adolescence. And yet if you are a heterosexual teenage girl in the throes of getting your brain broken by emotional rock and roll, you are doing a wacky mental dance around all that. You’re pinning your own self-loathing and insecurity on the lyrics, while also kind of wishing someone cared that much about whose jokes you were laughing at. You’re singing along with every word, and not changing the pronouns, and your vocal range is usually about the same as the boys weeping through the speakers. You hate the jerk and you want the jerk and you are the jerk.
Can't read that without thinking of this hilarious thing about Pinkerton minimum_wage posted last month. Illustrates the two ways of thinking about Weezer, I guess.