You’d think if time was drugged, futile seconds would wander till ether stilled hearts choking through echoing forever the roads we never walked remain trapped in the mirror house we find ourselves in, which is better, delirious visions against the never becoming futures? or bashing our heads fruitlessly against foreign reflections? screaming our voices hoarse, till the counted seconds come back home.
i can change everything about me to fit in
So, a part of me feels like I'm not completely over all the songs on #lover and Taylor Swift just drops #folklore and uhhh..?..?.. how do I move on this fast?
feeling like such a failure for not going out. for not being wild. for not having dozens of friends. for not having clear skin. for not knowing everything already. for not being naturally extroverted.
How to deal with “I had the shiniest wheels now they’re rusting” syndrome
Dude, in Verse 2 of mirrorball Taylor is saying that *ALL* of her fans are gross delulus who get drunk on watching her suffering and that this one specific person from her real, actual life whom she's addressing in the verse is the ONLY person who ISN'T a sick freak that gets kicks out of watching her like a zoo animal like her *ENTIRE* fandom does.
Fuck off shitstain, Taylor has made it more than clear in her music that she never really had much interest in coming out of her comfortable closet even when in serious relationships, let alone just so pathetic little masquerade revelers like you in the LGBTQ+ community can use her as a political figurehead against her will.
There is no point in you losers existing as a fandom for any reason other than validating to Taylor that if she ever comes out she'll be expected by losers like you to tolerate being dehumanized worse than ever before by freaks like you in the LGBTQ+ community solely for the benefits of others despite her being pretty clear on Midnights that she personally doesn't want anything to do with that shit.
— mirrorball, taylor alison swift (2020)