the inherent poetry of taylor swift
take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
-the lakes, Taylor Swift
INDEX
1. happiness: part 1
2. happiness: part 2
3. happiness: BRIDGE
4. cowboy like me
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honey, when i'm above the trees
i see it for what it is
but now im right down in it
please picture me in the trees
i hit my peak at seven
all the years i've given
are just things we're dividing up
showed you all of my hiding spots
i was dancing when the music stopped
and in the disbelief, i can't face reinvention
i haven't met the new me yet.
there'll be happiness after you
but there was happiness because of you.
both of these things can be true, there is happiness
past the blood and bruise
past the curses and cries
beyond the terror in the nightfall
haunted by the look in my eyes that would've loved you for a lifetime
leave it all behind
and there is happiness
tell me, when did your winning smile
begin to look like a smirk?
He smiled understandingly — much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced — or seemed to face — the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
and my smile is like I've won a contest
and to hide that would be so dishonest
when did all our lessons start to look like weapons
pointed at my deepest hurt
Memories feel like weapons
I hope she'll be a beautiful fool
Who takes my spot next to you
I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
no, i didn't mean that
sorry, i can't see facts through all my fury
you haven't met the new me yet
there'll be happiness after me
but there was happiness because of me
both of these things i believe, there is happiness
in our history, across our great divide,
there is a glorious sunrise, dapplied with the flickers of light
from the dress i wore at midnight
leave it all behind
and there is happiness
say you'll remember me
standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe
i can't make it go away by making you a villain
i guess it's the price i pay for seven years in heaven
and i pulled your body into mine every long cold night
now i give fake niceties
no one teaches you what to do
when a good man hurts you
and you know you hurt him too
honey, when im above the trees
i see this for what it is
but now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head
after giving you the best i had,
tell me what to give after that?
and i gave to you my best
and we both know you can't say that
all you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness
you haven't met the new me yet
and i think she'll give you that
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