I Hate it Here
Thinking about how I told someone that I was going to be a teacher and they said, "You're doing good, and we're doing well." - Oh, the poets trapped in the body of finance guys.
This one's also really good for the people who maladaptive daydream instead of thinking about reality. I need to remember I can do that more often.
Love the phrase precocious child, cause I get to remember that I thought I was ahead of my time for reading novels at recess instead of speak. Nah babe, you were just anti-social.
Peter:
I can only imagine Peter saying, "Hey! Life has been hard on me too." No, Peter, you don't understand what's she's saying. Come here, Taylor, I've got you.
Also, I wrote a three page essay about this song on NJTransit, with a thesis and everything. A lot of time on my hands, btw.
I Can Do it With a Broken Heart:
I like the beat.
Fake it til you make it, but she did it better than I ever could.
Me after crying in the mirror and then coming out to talk to customers.
Me after being in the crowd chanting "more".
Thank You Aimee:
The first few listens, I had to skip this one because it gave me second-hand embarrassment. Now, I realize that it's probably because Taylor and I share Taurus placements and have both never let go of anything ever.
Either way, I had to ask for an extra therapy session, so kudos to her.
Kind of funny.
Down Bad
2020 reference aside, yeah. I too have cried at the gym.
How Did it End:
This song makes me sick in the mofo head.
Put it on if I need to torture myself into being more depressed.
The Prophecy:
A initial skip turned into 'Is Taylor Swift omniscient?'
I've realized I love to avoid the reality that I could write a 31 installment series about my mental illness too. But never as good, never as good. ahhhhhh
So High School:
In the most elite way possible, I feel like I got to read a page out of her diary.
"You know how to ball, I know aristotle". Ate.
loml:
This one makes me too sad to listen to.
The Smallest Man who Ever Lived:
She said "You didn't measure up in any measure of a man", interpret that how you will (cackling).
Clara Bow:
Always an angel, never a god.
Name-dropping yourself is as iconic as it gets.
I Look in People's Windows:
The equivalent of cyber-lurking tbh. I get it, bae.
Fresh out the Slammer:
Funny as hell!
Beautiful too!
The Tortured Poets Department:
Taylor... you've never used a typewriter? I don't believe you, queen. Why are we lying?
Also, if I'm Taylor, it's like, that's my typewriter now.
So Long, London:
Cornelia Street times a million.
Kind of plays right off of "You're Losing Me," like a sequel if you will.
Robin:
Actually, I need someone to explain this song to me still. It's about a child, but I'm still confused.
Fortnight:
I had a plan to record my initial reaction to every song, which I forgot to do.
The only note I have it from this song, and it just says "What the hell?"
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