#‘TAYLOR SWIFT LYRIC��

[anctherdayofsun]

t.s - the prophecy 🌙🖤

[fairloves]

Can't remember What I used to fight for

[oldhabitsdie]

No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears

[corneliaedits]

taylor swift lyrics. all arts are made by me <3

[1989deluxealbum]

The Tortured Poets Department is a great reminder that women don't owe the world pretty. Taylor Swift doesn't owe anyone an easily digestible pretty pop album wrapped in a bow with short songs you can make TikToks to. She's allowed to present something raw, uncomfortable, and vulnerable to the world.

[jakeperalta]

when they found a better planet only the gentle survived, I dreamed about it in the dark the night I felt like I might die

[raingalaxy]

post mortem

[piecesintoplaces]

without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?

[cottoncandywhispers]

Now I'm down bad crying at the gym

[fairycosmos]

fine i gues i will say it. i miss when uquizzes were everywhere. cringe about it. i don't care. has anything ever felt real or true since. exactly

[fairloves]

Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

[jessmalia]

Now I'm sliding down the wall with my head in my hands saying, "How could I not see the signs?" Oh, you haven't written me or called but goodbye’s screaming in the silence, and the voices in my head are telling me why. Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings. I’ll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring. And you will say you had the best of intentions. And maybe I will finally learn my lesson. Afterwards, she only atе kids' cereal and couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed. Then she dated boys who were her own age with dart boards on the backs of their doors. She thought about how he said since she was so wise beyond her years, everything had been above board. She wasn't sure.

[theysaidspeaknoww]

Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool...

[stillgotscars]

you’re losing me - taylor swift

[folksyswift]

can we PLEASE talk about how taylor swift really built an entire album around a car metaphor for a toxic relationship. like. she feels like this luxury car he crashed years ago!expensive, rare, irreplaceable… but she still wants him. so what does she do?? she tells him to go ahead, buy the car he wants. but here’s the thingggg the car won’t even start unless he touches her again.

and the wild part?? it works. he gets the car. so she lets go of her past and jumps in with him, ready to ride or die. they’re barely at the starting line before they’re breaking every rule, flooring it, crashing through fences like manic teenagers in love.

but then?? he starts throwing spikes on the road. like metaphorical sabotage. and she sees it, she knows it’s dangerous, but she doesn’t care because the ride is just so intoxicating. she’s addicted to the chaos and danger.

But of course. OF COURSE. he crashes it. again. AT HER OWN PARTY and he just drives away. To leave her stranded and safe, but right back at the start.

and the worst part??? she realizes he never even bought the car. it was a RENTAL. just like she was to him.

[florida3exclamationpoints]

I wait patiently, he's gonna notice me. You are the one I have been waiting for. I've waited my whole life. I've been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night, and now I see daylight. He better lock it down or I won't stick around 'cause good ones never wait. If this is the long haul, how'd we get here so soon? I wait by the door like I'm just a kid. Were you waiting at our old spot? Now I'm waiting by the phone. Like waiting for a bus that never shows, you just start walking on. Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time. Should've known it was a matter of time. I died on the altar waiting for the proof. Still alive, killing time at the cemetery. I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living. I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn. The woman who sits by the window has turned out the light. Even statues crumble if they're made to wait.