Get up coward. You’re running after something that you’ll never kill. Everybody wants to change the world but no one, no one wants to die. We never wanted it to be this way for all our lives. At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies. Don’t hide and we don’t run. Get your finger on the trigger, tap the barrel of the gun. What will it take to show you that its not the life it seems. I’m not dead, I only dress that way. Do or die, you’ll never make me. I’m just a ghost, so I can’t hurt you anymore. You’ll never fight alone. So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose. When we go don’t blame us. I’m coming back from the dead.There ain’t no way that I’m coming back again. The hardest part of this is leaving you. Things are better if I stay. I am not afraid to keep on living.
Ok so I saw what I thought was the most ludicrous explanation of a Taylor Swift lyric the other day and then realized... What if I'm the one with the Worst Interpretation ever??
So without saying what I think, here it is:
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we really need to talk about more than just the im her kind of girl shes my kind of boy line. like. let’s put it in context!
come see / she got a lotta legs / just like a centipede / cuz im her kind of girl / and shes my kind of boy / we gotta help her
like. this framing is about her being on display. a sideshow act. something seen as “unnatural.” come see!! she has too many legs! she’s too boyish! the bearded woman, the girl with four legs, the sort of person you go see and then leave behind, letting yourself forget about her humanity. i’m her kind of girl. i’m the same kind of girl as her. too boyish. a “freak” to be viewed and mocked.