Yes, thank you! This is only mildly related, but these are the exact words I was looking for the other day when someone asked me why I love The Impossibles’ Anthology, but can’t stand Goldfinger’s Hang-Ups (two ska-punk albums). They both include songs from the perspective of a jilted, somewhat whiny male protagonist, but only one of them really admits that their own behavior is toxic and self-destructive, while the other seems to genuinely blame the love interest for not returning his, at this point, hundreds of phone calls. Just having the main character realize their mistakes and flaws can be the difference between uncomfortable, entitled trash and great drama.