we tell the world to leave us the fuck alone, and they do

the curse on me was broken by your magic wand

his love was the key that opened my thighs

six weeks of breathing clean air i still miss the smoke

the life of a showgirl

i'm setting off, but not without my muse

and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil

bedroom eyes like a remedy

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you

Playing 3 eras of Taylor Swift at once across multiple projection surfaces - I am both a professional and very silly.

i love the gap between your teeth

we found wonderland you and i got lost in it

sacred prayer i was there i was there

sometimes to run is the brave thing

break-ups happen everyday, you don’t have to lose it

floors of a cabin creaking under my step

grey november i’ve been down since july

we are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet

and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

now i'm pacing on shaky ground

the waiting is a sadness fading into madness

walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil

do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

i watched you laughing from the passenger side, and realized i loved you in the fall

so it’s best that we move fast and keep quiet

i’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

same old tired, lonely place

she’s been many places with men of many faces

looking backwards might be the only way to move forward

he said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was soon they’d be pushing strollers

quick, quick tell me something awful

nostalgia is a mind’s trick

now i seem to be scared to go outside

silenced as the soul was leaving

lost the game of chance, what are the chances?

you kicked out the stage lights, but you’re still performing

you didn’t measure up in any measure of a man

i’m so depressed, i act like it’s my birthday

lights, camera, bitch, smile even when you want to die

stitches undone

just how low did you think i’d go before i’d self-implode?

you look like clara bow

please don’t be in love with someone else

i once believed love would be (burning red) but it’s golden

trying to find a part of me that you didn’t touch

if a man talks shit, then i owe him nothing

chasing shadows in the grocery line

i would die for you in secret