#we don't talk about the folkmore -> midnights progression enough

[godofsmallthings]

NO BECAUSE WERE YOU WAITING AT OUR OLD SPOT IN THE TREELINE BY THE GOLD CLOCK DID I LEAVE YOU HANGING EVERY SINGLE DAY WERE YOU STANDING IN THE HALLWAY WITH A BIG CAKE HAPPY BIRTHDAY DID I PAINT YOU BLUEST SKIES THE DARKEST GREY A UNIVERSE AWAY AND WHEN I GOT INTO THE ACCIDENT THE SIGHT THAT FLASHED BEFORE ME WAS YOUR FACE BUT WHEN I WALKED UP TO THE PODIUM I THINK THAT I FORGOT TO SAY YOUR NAME

#like holy hell #when i got into the accident the sight that flashed before me was your face love lyric of all fucking time i'm not even joking #we don't talk about the folkmore -> midnights progression enough #because they're all so deeply similar #folklore is parsing through your past to escape your present #evermore is drawing the connections between past and present #and midnights is using your past to understand your present #kind of #idk how she managed to convey an entire lifetime/relationship/incredibly complex dynamic within this bridge #but you can see it all. you get it. #and idk godddd the turning her life into folklore... #the callbacks to a birthday. to an accident. we have been here before #and we will be here again. over and over. #vi is typing...