Thursday, June 4, 2009

to state the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy

I found out yesterday that I really like Taylor Swift. Note this, as it is something I never thought I would ever say.

She's not a great singer. She's not a great writer. And there's something about her as a person I cannot bring myself to love. But here's the thing: she's real. Her songs aren't way too grown up for her, they're not complex, and they're not meaningless. She's 19. She writes like a 19 year old; maybe even younger.

For me, her songs are like a guilty pleasure. Like when you feel like being a whiney and vindictive girl. She says things that I'd probably never say out loud, but would definitely think.

I'm also quite a bit jealous of this Taylor Swift character. She gets to design the sets and movements of her concerts. She designed her tour bus. That sounds like heaven for me. I like to design and organize. Lucky bitch.

So excuse me for my country fix. I just find her refreshing.

Once upon a time
I believe it was a Tuesday
When I caught your eye
We caught onto something
I hold onto the night
You looked me in the eye
And told me you loved me

Were you just kidding?

Cause it seems to me
This thing is breaking down
We almost never speak
I don't feel welcome anymore
Baby what happened
Please tell me cause one second it was perfect
Now you're halfway out the door

And I stare, at the phone
He still, hasn't called
And then you feel so low you can't feel, nothing at all
And you flashback to when he said
Forever and always

Oh, and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong
It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone
Cause I was there when you said
Forever and always

Was I out of line? Did I say something way to honest?
Made you run and hide like a scared little boy?
I looked into your eyes, thought I knew you for a minute
Now I'm not so sure

So heres to everything
Coming down to nothing
Heres to silence
That cuts me to the core
Where is this going?
Thought I knew for a minute but I don't anymore

And I stare, at the phone
He still, hasn't called
And then you feel so low you can't feel, nothing at all
And you flashback to when he said
Forever and always

Oh, and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong
It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone
Cause I was there when you said
Forever and always

Didn't mean it baby?
I don't think so

Ohhhhh

Back up, baby back up
Did you forget everything?
Back up, baby back up
Did you forget everything?

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