my boy was a montage, a slow-motion love potion, jumping off things in the ocean, i broke his heart cause he was nice, years later i still wonder how to tell him sorry, i didn’t wanna let him down, so i left him up there on a pink cloud
how evergreen our group of friends dont think well say that word again and soon theyll have the nerve to deck the hall that we once walked through and you wake up on the train with your headphones gone then that melody is all you want you never knew it was babylon til it was gone
reconnecting with nature and tradition after the release of cleveland! (travelling on a train through the lake district listening to evermore from start to finish)
A liberated libertine who then longed for home… I can go anywhere I want, just not home… the lips I used to call home… you know that my train could take you home… but you wake up on the train with your headphones gone…
I know taylor wants to make a father figure music video badly. and we want to see her in a suit smoking a cigar. so that sounds like supply and demand to me