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SO, YOU’RE HAPPY. ... THE MOVE SURE TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH.

SHOWSART. independent, original character JUNE YOUNG inspired by new form’s short, SMALL TALK ( 2017 ), THE BROKEN HEARTS GALLERY (2020) , AMELIE ( 2015 ) , & LA LA LAND ( 2016 ). loved by chevy. affil. w/ @paintsart !

docs. ic. teddy lewis.

#pinned.

happy gallery opening day for my baby girl 💛💔 literally cannot wait for tonight it’s so dumb but i am SO proud of my own original character it’s absolutely insane

#out.#del.#WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH #TONIGHTS THE NIGHT

@performsart : lord what will become of me once I’ve lost my novelty.

JUNE NEVER THOUGHT OF HERSELF AS A VERY ORIGINAL PERSON. it’s hard to explain, really - not everyone is as uniquely crafted as they all claim to be. she just never associated outstandingly one of a kind as being synonymous with june young. plucking a handful of women off the street that look vaguely like her and you’d probably get somewhere pretty damn close. however, she likes to think the people she’s surrounded herself with inspire her to fight for her own novelty. bailey truly is a one of the kind, critical asshole on surface level ( and maybe the first couple of the onion layers beneath ), and yet, he’s wormed his way into their hearts by letting moments of calm, sweet & genuine care peek through. teddy may feel as if he’s one of millions of artists, but there’s no one on this earth that’s as genuine as he is. and sure - june is definitely a bit biased in that regard, but she knew it at that lunch table all those years ago. there’s not a disingenuous bone in his entire body && that’s rare enough to come by these days without factoring in his art, his smile, and his love.

‘ HEY. i don’t even think that’s possible. ‘ ALEX is an entirely different time of unique in june’s eyes. the duo provide the textbook definition of introvert vs. extravert which makes it easier for the brunette to grasp on to what makes her so special. but moments like these - the aftermath of a bad audition, a worse date - june can see alex’s grip on herself start to slip. with a gentle move, her arm comes to rest around her roommate’s shoulder, giving her the space to rest her head onto june. ‘ you always bring something new to the table. i’ve known you for years and there’s never been a day where i can predict what you’re going to do next, literally ever. ‘ a sharp exhale of the nose is heard - good. we’re getting there. ‘ i may not be very wise in the world of performing arts, but we both know my emotions are fucked up and you’re the only performer to ever get me to cry like i did when you were in RENT. ‘ that gets her a full laugh, chest expanding from it’s tight confines. it doesn’t feel right when alex is upset.

‘ YOU’VE NEVER GIVEN YOURSELF ENOUGH CREDIT, ALEX. ‘ her hand moves gently to rub alex’s arm, attempting to provide a sense of physical comfort where words may not be enough. june’s never been very good with words. but when she says it, she means it. ‘ so what if some fucking idiot audition person didn’t let you finish your song? HE’S A DICK. and he’s a man, so how much could he really know anyway? ‘

#performsart #verse tbt.#answered.#idk man i just love them

soft lighting scales the tall ceiling, accentuating the various neon signs that scatter across different sections of the room. a punching bag hangs from the ceiling right next to the stairs, a vinyl broken heart plastered right onto it with a pair of deep red, boxing gloves to match for a safe, physical release of emotion. ( one she had used quite a few times since the day they hung it up. ) in one corner, a make-shift photo booth is set up with items donated to the gallery ready to be used; in another corner, a colossal pile of broken dishes from break up fights symbolize the final crack in a relationship. the white board next to the front door allows patrons to leave their love at the door, and already, it’s filled to the brim with messages. two walls are dedicated to video submissions without sound, sheets hung up to create a makeshift feel; to listen, rotary phones sit on a table near the bar that all play a specific set of videos. a stack of antique luggage, the tiniest on top, are open to show it’s gorgeous, velvet insides with slips of paper and pens, notes to exes in the tall, clear box on a luggage cart nearby.

the statement piece sits directly in the middle, where june finds herself now. ( it’s only second best to a small corner in the back, sketches placed diligently in frames right in a spot easily overlooked; it’s june’s favorite part of the entire gallery. ) a vintage, yellow couch surrounded by tiny knickknacks collected from a once-shared apartment, now completed with a giant teddy bear holding a be mine heart that had been bear-napped the week prior by a near-giant. ( it was in the name of love! , teddy attempted to defend himself just the other night. ) just the thought of the conversation elicits a random giggle in the middle of her conversation with her boyfriend - boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend. what? what’s so funny? nothing. just you.

she takes that moment to glance around at the near-full gallery, taking in the laughter and warmth radiating off of everyone ... then it hits her: THIS IS A SUCCESS. holy shit, she successfully opened an entire fucking gallery based on her own idea. she just... did it. no permission needed. it fills her body with an intoxicating feeling of pride, one she had never learned to have in herself until now. but then her crystal blues find matching baby blues and somehow, the feeling grows bigger than what her tiny frame can handle ( or frankly, what she’s aloud to do or say in public. ) so instead, june lets her gaze fall to the couch, grinning around her wine-filled glass.

“ IMAGINE HOW WE COULD’VE BEEN IN COLLEGE. high school, even. probably even more unbearable than now. “ an easy joke, one made with lightness, not regret. teddy’s laugh sounds like her favorite song, a melody only he can recreate. “ instead, “ she eggs on. “ we built a whole gallery before we got our shit together. “ she expects his sweet laugh again, one to mirror her own; instead, june finds a soft, lovesick grin that doesn’t hesitate to admit to her: “ YOU WERE WORTH THE WAIT. “

june realizes that there’s no possibility she’s been in love with anyone other than teddy lewis in this moment. when other partners paid a compliment or gazed at her with fondness, it never felt like THIS. breath taken away by a simple sentence, a genuine statement; it’s insatiable, the way she wants him near her always. a week without mental restrictions they put in place themselves and she’s ready to take his last name the second he asks her. she’s known teddy for so long and there’s so much more to him she doesn’t know still. she’s realizing, now, why so many works of art are centered around love; june would create anything that makes him smile.

the brunette has never been great with using her words, much less when her heart felt as if it would burst at the seems. she finds it much easier to bring herself to the tips of her toes and pull him into a gentle, soft kiss. it lingers in the way that feels private if viewed, but feels as if they’re the only two people in the gallery. the broken hearts gallery: a love letter to the hurt, the bruised, the damaged. that’s how june started at the beginning of this journey. but now, in the soft glow of the lights, she thinks maybe, in the end, it’s just as much love letter to teddy lewis.

@paintsart ❛ you were worth the wait.. ❜

#paintsart #answered.#* 005. old enough to know that we are young and in love. ( gallery. )#i cried a lot writing this

MASON.

@showsart steps into the spotlight : 🌳. texting starters. accepting.

[ june bug , 2:11PM ] : incoming selfie coming your way ! [ june bug , 2:12PM ] : [ selfie of mason w/ june’s mom ] [ june bug , 2:13PM ] : pretty great , right ? she sat with me on the bench as i played. she was having a really good time today so i wanted to capture the moment. hope that’s cool. [ june bug , 2:15PM ] : when do you visit next ? we should coordinate schedules so we can hang after !

[ mason , 2:16PM ] : awwwwww you guys are so cute ! [ mason , 2:16PM ] : thank you for this - i’m sending it to wren rn she’s gonna freak [ mason , 2:18PM ] : i think i’m coming back tomorrow if you’re gonna be there? just let me know what time :) we could have a wine & dine night ? [ mason , 2:19PM ] : thank you again for the picture, it made my entire day

#greenelight #undetermined.#im in #tears #i love them so much they're so good #also im lazy and i have to make new june icons #but that's not happening rn #IDK WHY THIS REBLOG LOOKS WEIRD #IM SORRY

@performsart : believe in one thing, i won’t go away.

TWO WEEKS. two weeks out from the gallery opening and june should have known it’s a bad idea to get comfortable. she’s an artist. nothing is stable able living an artistic lifestyle. but things had looked so gorgeous tinted in rose: a dream project finally coming to life, gaining traction on social media ... several people had already come in to drop off their own pieces ... but most importantly, her best friend stumbled back in her life. late nights in her shared apartment, working on every tiny piece of the puzzle, making sure they all lined up perfectly. the best nights were the ones she took off, living in the moment ... allowing herself to be happy for the first time in three years. she was finally living for the first time in three years.

god, how it hurts to see in grey again.

twenty - four hours is all it took for her foundation to crumble. the loan fell through at the bank, which was an easy fucking blow to the heart. but there was solid attempt from her to keep going on that morning with some semblance of normalcy, diving into her work instead of paying attention to anything happening around her. maybe if she had, she would’ve caught the glimmer teddy’s sharp words before they fell in her lap. june couldn’t even remember everything that was said anymore; but god, did she memorize the worst of it. and she deserved it. only a matter of time before he realized he deserved better than what she could give, what she had already done to him. and like that, her bubble popped, and she’s back in reality.

‘ i don’t think i can do this anymore. ‘ came her broken whisper, alex’s gentle arms wrapped around her on their living room couch. ALEX MILLER. the one constant in her life since the end of college that wasn't her sister. through every up and down, she was the closest friend she had outside of teddy - a real feat for june. honestly, she doesn’t know where she would be without the dark-haired girl always coming home with another story to tell ( or better yet, bringing a soon-to-be story home with her ). through visits with her mom, bad dates, reconnecting with teddy, losing her job, working on the gallery ... ALEX WAS ALWAYS THERE. june never gave her enough credit; that’s something she’s intent on changing.

but for right now, she allows herself the comfort, even if she knows it’s undeserved. as if she knew, alex’s soft, but firm voices whispers back, ‘ believe in one thing, i won’t go away. ‘ and just this once, june allows herself to believe it.

#performsart #ic.#* 005. old enough to know that we are young and in love. ( gallery. )#im #soft but sad

@paintsart : ❛ it’s so nice to finally meet you , mrs. lewis . ❜

giggles carry through the hallway of the hotel, heels in june’s hand as they attempt to shhhh at each other as if every guest downstairs didn’t see both of them leave the reception early. hand in hand, annoying as all hell but so fucking incandescently happy that june doesn’t pay any mind to the way she clings against her husband ( husband husband husband husband ) while he poorly attempts to unlock their suite. ‘ HURRY UP, they’ll catch us - ‘ can be barely made out through her whisper and coming onset of laughter when teddy pinches at her side, managing to swing the door open.

bare feet barely make it past the doorframe before lips are attached to hers, hands gripping her waist to press her up against the back of the door, and she barely registers the click of the lock behind her. it’s not the best kiss, all messy with wide smiles and teeth colliding, but it’s absolutely perfect. and june is just as breathless now as when they first kissed; something tells her that he’ll never stop making her feel dizzy. even when they’re eighty and living in a retirement home because their kids agree they’re still so fucking nauseatingly in love and oh my god, she’s never looked forward to growing old before now. teddy makes everything exciting.

THEIR LOVE STORY WAS TRULY HALLMARK MOVIE MATERIAL. boy meets girl, becomes best friends, pine for each other for almost ten years, including a big falling out, before finally getting their shit together. ( june could’ve done without the fight, but the end result was worth the stress. ) things moved fast once the initial confession happened ... what? there was no reason to wait years when it was clear as day how they felt now. engaged and married in less than two years .... unorthodox, especially coming from JUNE YOUNG, a woman who will probably overthink her last dying breath. but if there was anything she was absolutely certain of? it’s teddy lewis. always teddy.

this isn’t the first time that night he’s called her by her new name, far from it. but it’s the first time they’ve been alone, truly alone, all day. both of them catching their breath just for a moment, no more than a couple centimeters apart, and she feels the wind knock out of her all at once. THIS WAS REAL. juniper ivy lewis. the name she once secretly wrote in a notebook only to get so embarrassed that she threw away the paper in the girls bathroom immediately after even thinking about it was now her real, legal name. june never thought of herself to be ecstatic about taking someone else’s last name, but it’s teddy. and the way he lights up just calling her mrs. lewis will be forever burned into her memory. ‘ IT’S NICE TO BE HERE, MR. LEWIS. ‘ she’s grinning, neck tilted to meet baby blues, nothing but soft edges and fondness as her hands slide up his chest to hook around the back of his neck. ‘ took us long enough. ‘ and there’s something to be said about the teasing nature of her words, the underlying i love you that doesn’t need to be spoken. it’s in the way her eyes burst with emotion, hands cradling him with more care than she’s ever awarded herself, and lips that gravitate towards his in something so soft. ‘ but you’re always worth the wait. ‘

#ic.#paintsart #006 tbt.#:)

myfanwymusings

TAYLOR SWIFT / RED (TAYLOR’S VERSION) EXPLICIT

These lyrics are from Taylor Swift’s 2021 re-recording of her 2012 fourth album, Red. These lyrics may be modified to better fit roleplay purposes. Please note: every track from the new album has been included, however All Too Well lyrics are divided up between the standard version, containing the original lyrics and the ten minute version which only shows the new lyrics. Additionally acoustic and remixes of pre-existing tracks are not included unless new lyrics are featured. Please note: Due to the nature of the song Ronan being a highly personal song for the family and about a real child — it felt inappropriate to use lyrics from the song for roleplay memes, and thus has been omitted.

STATE OF GRACE

All we know is touch and go

We fall in love ‘til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time

I never saw you coming

I’ll never be the same

You come around and the armour falls

You pierce the room like a cannonball

Don’t let go

You were never a saint and I’ve loved in shades of wrong

We learn to live with the pain

This love is brave and wild

This is a state of grace

This is a worthwhile fight

Love is a ruthless game

Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right

You’re my Achilles heel

This is the golden age of something good and right and real

RED

Loving you is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street

Loving you is like trying to change your mind once you’re already flying through the freefall

Losing you was blue like I’ve never known

Missing you was dark grey, all alone

Forgetting you was like trying to know somebody you’ve never met

Loving you was red

Touching you was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you

Memorizing you was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favourite song

Fighting with you is like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer

I wish I never found out love could be that strong

Remembering comes in flashbacks and echoes

It’s time now

I’ve gotta let go

Moving on from you is impossible when I still see it all in my head, burning red

You’re spinning around my head

TREACHEROUS

Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch

I’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands

I’d be smart to walk away, but you’re quicksand

I’d be smart to walk away

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous and I like it

I can’t decide if it’s a choice, getting swept away

All we are is skin and bone trained to get alone

I’m forever going with the flow, but you’re friction

I will get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

Nothing safe is worth the drive

I’ll follow you home

This hope is treacherous

This daydream is reckless

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE.

You found me

I guess you didn’t care

I guess you didn’t care, and I guess I liked that

I guess I liked that

When I fell hard, you took a step back without me

He’s long gone when he’s next to me

I realise the blame is on me

I knew you were trouble when you walked in

Shame on me

You flew me to places I’d never been

Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground

You’ll never see my cry

He pretends he doesn’t know that he’s the reason why I’m drowning

You pretend you don’t know that you’re the reason why I’m drowning

I heard you’ve moved on

A new notch in your belt, that’s all I’ll ever be

He was long gone when he met

I realise the joke is on me

The saddest fear comes creeping in

The saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone or anything

You never loved me

You never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything

ALL TOO WELL

Something about it felt like home, somehow

I left my scarf at your sister’s place

We were singing in the car, getting lost upstate

I can picture it after all these days

I know it’s long gone

I know that magic’s not here

I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all

You almost ran the red

You almost ran the red while you were looking at me

I was there

I remember it all too well

You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed

Your mother’s telling stories ‘bout you on the tee-ball team

You told me about your past, thinking your future’s with me

I know it’s long gone and there was nothing else I could do

There was nothing else I could do

I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to

Maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

This thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up

You call me up again just to break me like a promise

You’re so casually cruel in the name of being honest

Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it

I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it

It was rare

It feels like a perfect night

It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes

It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight

We’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time

It’s miserable and magical

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two

You don’t know about me

You don’t know about me, but I bet you want to

Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing

It feels like one of those nights

This place is too crowded

Who’s Taylor Swift anyway?

It feels like one of those nights where we ditch the whole scene

We’ll end up dreaming instead of sleeping

We’re happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way

You look like bad news

You look like bad news, I gotta have you

I gotta have you

I ALMOST DO

I bet this time of night you’re still up

I bet you’re tired after a long hard week

I bet sometimes you wonder about me

I just want to tell you it takes everything in me not to call you

It takes everything in me not to call you

I wish I could run to you

I wish I could run to you, I hope you know that every time I don’t, I almost do

I hope you know that every time I don’t, I almost do

I bet it never, ever, occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye

Each time you reach out, there’s no reply

We made quite a mess, babe

It’s probably better off this way

I confess that in my dreams you’re touching my face

WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER

I remember when we broke up - the first time

I remember when we broke up

This is it, I’ve had enough

We hadn’t seen each other in a month after you said you needed space

What?

I miss you and I swear I’m gonna change - trust me

Remember how that lasted for a day?

I hate you

I love you

We called it off again last night

We are never, ever, getting back together

I used to think that we were forever

I used to say never say never

Never say never

So he calls me up and he’s like “I still love you” and I’m like, “this is exhausting, okay we are never getting back together, like ever”

I still love you

This is exhausting

STAY STAY STAY

I’m pretty sure we almost broke up last night

I was expecting some dramatic turn away

We should talk about it

I read you should never leave a fight unresolved

Okay, let’s talk

Stay, stay, stay

I’ve been loving you for some time

You think it’s funny when I’m mad

I think it’s best if we both stay

I only dated self indulgent takers who took all their problems out on me

I love you because you’ve given me no choice but to

You took the time to memorize me, my fears and hopes and dreams

I feel like hanging out with you all the time

It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you, for my whole life

I’ll be loving you for quite some time

No one else is gonna love me when I get mad

THE LAST TIME (FT. GARY LIGHTBODY OF SNOW PATROL)

I’m not sure how I got there

All roads, they led me here

I’m not sure how I got there, all roads, they led me here

I’m breaking

This is the last time I’m asking you this

Put my name at the top of your list

This is the last time I’m asking you why you break my heart in the blink of an eye

This is this last time I’m asking you this: put my name at the top of your list

I was there to watch you leave

All the times I let you in, just for you to go again

You disappear, when you come back everything is better

I’m aching

Run fast

Nowhere to hide

This is the last time you tell me you got it wrong

This is the last time I say it’s been you all alone

It’s been you all along

This is the last time I’ll let you in my door

This this is last time, I won’t hurt you anymore

I won’t hurt you anymore

This is the last time I’m asking you

HOLY GROUND

I was reminiscing just the other day while having coffee

Lord, it took me away

You fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme

I left a note on the door

Darling, it was good

Right where we stood was holy ground

I need you

For the first time, I have something to lose

I guess we fell apart in the usual way

I wonder how you think about it now

I see your face in every crowd

Tonight, I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through

I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you

I’m gonna dance like you were in this room

SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC

Words, how little they mean, when you’re a little too late

Good girls, hopeful they’ll be and long they will wait

We had a beautiful magic love affair

What a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair

We both wake in lonely beds, different cities

Time is taking its sweet time erasing you

You’ve got your demons and darling, they all look like me

Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?

Could you just try to listen?

For the life of us we can’t get back

THE LUCKY ONE

In the angel’s city, chasing fortune and fame

The camera flashes make it look like a dream

You had it figured out since you were in school

Everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool

Everybody loves pretty

Everybody loves cool

They’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one

Can you tell me now if you’re the lucky one?

Your lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you

Your secrets ended up splashed on the news front page

They tell me that I’m lucky, but I’m so confused

They tell me that I’m lucky, but I’m so confused - because I don’t feel pretty, I just feel used

I don’t feel pretty, I just feel used

I wonder if I’ll make it out alive

They still tell the legend of how you disappeared

Take the money and your dignity and get the hell out

They say you bought a bunch of land somewhere

It took some time, but I understand it now

I think you got it right

Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one

EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED (FT. ED SHEERAN)

You good to go?

All I knew this morning when I woke is I know something now I didn’t before

All I’ve seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind

I just wanna know you better

Your eyes look like coming home

You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

Everything has changed

I feel in my stomach is butterflies

Come back and tell me why I’m feeling like I’ve missed you all this time

I’m feeling like I’ve missed you all this time

Meet me there tonight and let me know that it’s not all in my mind

Meet me there tonight

Let me know that it’s not all in my mind

Dust off your highest hopes

STARLIGHT

Oh my, what a marvelous tune

It was the best night

The whole place is dressed to the nines

I met Bobby by the boardwalk

We were seventeen, crazy and running wild

Can’t remember what song it was playing when we walked in, the night we snuck into a yacht club party

We were dancing like we were made of starlight

Look at you, worrying so much about things you can’t change. You’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way

Look at you worrying so much about things you can’t change.

You’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way

Don’t you see the starlight?

Don’t you dream impossible things?

He’s talking crazy

We could get married, have ten kids and teach them how to dream

We could get married

BEGIN AGAIN

He didn’t like it when I wore high heels, but I do

He didn’t like it when I wore high heels

You always said you didn’t get this song, but I do

You always said you didn’t get this song

I was expecting that you’d be late

You don’t know how nice that is

You throw your head back laughing like a little kid

I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny 'cause he never did

I’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end

You’re coming off a little shy

I’ve never met one girl who had as many James Taylor records as I do

For the first time, what’s past is past

On a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again

THE MOMENT I KNEW

You should have been there

You should have burst through the door with that ‘baby, I’m here’ smile

I would have been so happy

People were asking me how I’ve been as I combed back through my memory about how you said you’d be here

You said you’d be here

It was like slow motion, standing there in my party dress in red lipstick with no one to impress

There was one thing missing

That was the moment I knew

I just wanna be alone

Your close friends always seem to know when there’s something really wrong

I’m trying not to fall apart

He said he’d be here

What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know?

What do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show?

I’m sorry I didn’t make it

I’m sorry too

COME BACK… BE HERE

How strange that I don’t know you at all

Don’t get attached

In my mind, I play it back, spinning faster than the plane that took you

I don’t wanna miss you like this

Come back, be here

I guess you’re in New York today

I don’t wanna need you this way

If I had known what I know now I never would’ve played so nonchalant

I can’t help but wish you took me with you

I guess you’re in London today

This is falling in love in the cruelest way

This is falling for you when you are worlds away

I’m in New York, be here —- but you’re in London, and I break down cause it’s not fair that you’re not around

Cause it’s not fair that you’re not around

GIRL AT HOME

Don’t look at me, you got a girl at home and everybody knows that

Don’t look at me, you got someone at home

I don’t even know her

I don’t even know her but I feel a responsibility to do what’s upstanding and right

I feel a responsibility to do what’s upstanding and right

It’s kind of like a code

You’ve been getting closer and closer and crossing so many lines

Honey, I am no one’s exception

It would be a fine proposition if I was a stupid girl

It would be a fine proposition if I was stupid

I see you turned off your phone now that you’ve got me alone

I just want to make sure you understand perfectly that you’re the kind of man who makes me sad

I just want to make sure you understand perfectly

You’re the kind of man who makes me sad

While she waits up, you chase down the newest thing and take for granted what you have

Call a cab, lose my number

You’re about to lose your girl

Let’s consider this lesson learned

It would be a fine proposition if I hadn’t once been just like her

BETTER MAN

I’m probably better off on my own

I see the permanent damage you did to me

I just wish I could forget when it was magic

I’m probably better off on my own than loving a man who didn’t know what he had

The bravest thing I ever did was run

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again

But I just miss you

We had to say goodbye

I just wish you were a better man

I’m probably better off all alone than needing a man who could change his mind at any given minute

It was always on your terms

I waited on every careless word and hoped it might turn sweet again

Your jealousy, I can hear it now!

You’re talking down to me like I’ll always be around

You push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun

I never thought you’d run

I hold onto this pride because these days it’s all I have

I gave to you my best and we both know you can’t say that

I wonder what we would’ve become if you were a better man

We might still be in love if you were a better man

You would’ve been the one if you were a better man

NOTHING NEW

They tell you while you’re young “Girls, go out and have your fun“ then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it

People criticize the way you fly when you’re soaring through the sky and shoot you down and then they sigh and say, “She looks like she’s been through it”

She looks like she’s been through it

You look like you’ve been through it

Lord what will become of me once I’ve lost my novelty

Lord what will become of me

I’ve had too much to drink tonight

I know it’s sad but this is what I think about

It’s like I can feel time moving

I’m getting older and less sure of what you like about me anyway

How can a person know everything at 18 and nothing at 22

Will you still want me when I’m nothing new?

How long will it be cute?

How long will it be cute? All this crying in my room when you can’t blame it on my youth and roll your eyes with affection and my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles

You can’t blame it on my youth

My cheeks are tired from turning red and faking smiles

Are we only biding time till I lose your attention?

People love an ingénue

I know someday I’m gonna meet her

It’s a fever dream, the kind of radiance you only have at seventeen

She’ll know the way and then she’ll say she got the map from me

I’ll say I’m happy for her then I’ll cry myself to sleep

BABE

You broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made

You said “no one else”, so how could you do this?

You really blew this

We aren’t getting through this one.

This is the last time you’ll get to hear me call you babe

Your face doesn’t look so innocent

Your secret has a consequence and that’s on you

I break down every time you call

I keep picturing her lips on your neck

I can’t un-see it

I hate that because of you, I can’t love you

What about your promises?

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

I know that you like me and it’s kinda frightening standing here waiting

I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes

Now you’re so far away and I’m down feeling like a face in the crowd

I’m reaching for you, terrified.

You could be the one that I love

I could be the one that you dream of

Sending a message in a bottle is all I can do standing here, hoping it gets to you

You could be the one that I keep, and I can be the reason you can’t sleep at night

You could be the one that I keep

I can be the reason you can’t sleep at night

These days I’m restless

Workdays are endless

Look how you made me but time moves faster, replaying your laughter

How is it in London?

Where are you while I’m wondering if I’ll ever see you again?

You could be the one that I love and now I’m standing here, hoping it gets to you

You could be the one that I love

I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME (FEAT. CHRIS STAPLETON)

I’ll bet you’re just fine

The girl in your bed has a fine pedigree

I’ll bet your friends tell you she’s better than me

I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles

they let me sit in back when we were in love

They sit around talking about the meaning of life and the book that just saved them that I hadn’t heard of

Now that we’re done and it’s over, I bet you couldn’t believe it when you realized I’m harder to forget than I was to leave

I’m harder to forget than I was to leave

I bet you think about me

You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community, I was raised on a farm, no, it wasn’t a mansion

You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community

I was raised on a farm

You know what they say, you can’t help who you fall for and you and I fell like an early spring snow

You can’t help who you fall for

You said we’re too different

You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes

Do you have all the space that you need?

I don’t have to be your shrink to know that you’ll never be happy

Why did you let her go?

Does it make you feel sad?

Does it make you feel sad that the love that you’re looking for is the love that you had?

Now you’re out in the world, searching for your soul. Scared not to be hip, scared to get old

You’re chasing make-believe status

You’re chasing make-believe status, when last time you felt free was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me

I bet you think about me when you’re out at your cool indie music concerts every week

I bet you think about me in your house with your organic shoes and your million-dollar couch

I bet you think about me when you say “Oh my god, she’s insane, she wrote a song about me”

Oh my god, she’s insane, she wrote a song about me

Oh my god, she’s insane

She wrote a song about me

FOREVER WINTER

He says he doesn’t believe anything much he hears these days

Why fall in love, just so you can watch it go away?

He spends most of his nights wishing it was how it used to be

It’s not just a phase I’m in

All this time I didn’t know you were breaking down

I didn’t know you were breaking down

I’d fall to pieces on the floor if you weren’t around

I’ll be summer sun for you forever, but forever winter if you go

I’ll be summer sun for you forever

I’ll be forever winter if you go

He seems fine most of the time, forcing smiles and never minds

His laugh is symphony

When the lights go out it’s hard to breathe

I pull at every thread trying to solve the puzzles in his head

I live my life scared to death he’ll decide to leave instead

I live my life scared to death you’ll decide to leave instead

You’re up at 5am, wasted

If I was standing there in your apartment I’d take that bomb in your head and disarm it

I’d take that bomb in your head

I’d say I love you even at your darkest

Please don’t go

Believe in one thing, I won’t go away

RUN (FEAT. ED SHEERAN)

Give me the keys, I’ll bring the car back around

We shouldn’t be in this town

My so-called friends, they don’t know I’d drive away before I let you go

So give me a reason and don’t say no

There’s a chain 'round your throat, piece of paper where I wrote “I’ll wait for you”

I’ll wait for you

We can go where our eyes can take us

We can go where no one else is

Darling, let’s run

You laugh like a child

Sing like no one cares

I could see this view a hundred times

There’s a heart on your sleeve and I’ll take it when I leave and hold it for you

I’ll take it when I leave

There’s been this hole in my heart

This thing was a shot in the dark

Say you’ll never let 'em tear us apart

I’ll hold onto you while we run

THE VERY FIRST NIGHT

I wish I could fly and pick you up and we’d go back in time

I miss you

I miss you like it was the very first night

So it goes, every weekend the same party

I never go alone, so I don’t seem broken hearted

My friends all say they know everything I’m going through

I drive down different roads but they all lead back to you

They don’t know about the night in the hotel

They don’t know how much I miss you

We never saw it coming

We weren’t trying to fall in love

We weren’t trying to fall in love but we did like children running

Back then we didn’t know we were built to fall apart

We broke the status quo and we broke each other’s hearts

Don’t forget about the night out in L.A

No one knows about the words that we whisper

No one knows how much I miss you

Take me away

Take me away to you

I wish that we could go back in time

I wish that we could go back in time and I’d say to you I miss like you it was the first time

I miss like you it was the first time

ALL TOO WELL (10 MINUTE VERSION)

Fuck the patriarchy

I was thinking on the drive down, any time now you’re gonna say it’s love and, you never called it what it was till we were dead and gone and buried

You never called it what it was till we were dead and gone and buried

All I felt was shame and you held my lifeless frame

All I felt was shame

You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath

We’d swear to remember it all too well

They say all’s well that ends well but I’m in a new hell every time you double cross my mind

You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine and that made me want to die

The idea you had of me who was she, a never needing ever lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you

It’s supposed to be fun turning twenty-one

I was never good at telling jokes but the punch line goes I’ll get older but your lovers stay my age

You’ll get older but your lovers stay my age

I was never good at telling jokes

I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight

Did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?

Just between us did the love affair maim you too?

This city’s barren cold I still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell

A MESSAGE FROM TAYLOR

It was all over the place

It was a fractured mosaic of feelings that somehow all fit together in the end

Happy, free, confused, lonely, devastated, euphoric, wild and tortured by memories past

love you guys

#im scared #but in a good way #(:

@paintsart : ❛ you didn’t just break promises, you broke me. ❜

PINKY PROMISE : a sworn, law abiding contract between two people by hooking pinkies together and kissing their thumb. june still remembers it like it was yesterday; they were eighteen years old, white paint can open & ready to paint over the their adolescence to prepare for adulthood. soft taylor swift vinyl in the background of her bedroom, caps and gowns looming on the back of her closet door to remind them how close the day was. teddy laying in her bed on his phone with june sitting at her desk, typing the finishing touches on her last high school essay. it came out of nowhere, really; soft-spoken small talk easily lapsed between them for the last few hours, bouts of comforting silence in between each cycle. his voice didn’t make her jump, but his words made her turn: WE WON’T FALL APART, WILL WE? the statistics were against them at every corner, condescending adults constantly reminding them that high school friendships never last. and she remembers thinking, how could i ever leave you? linking her pinky through his was the one of the easiest things she’s done, only under loving him unconditionally. NEVER. I PROMISE.

fast forward seven years, standing in the middle of a run down building, taylor swift playing over the bluetooth speaker on some abandoned table and EVERYTHING HAD CHANGED. tension filled the room all day, much different than the past few months had been. she knew that today was the day. this conversation was inevitable; june’s surprised it hasn’t happened sooner. he had been too lenient, too kind, too caring. teddy has always been soft around the edges, but a poorly patched up heart can only take so much. her lips spoke of promise, but her hands shattered their hearts like it was nothing and wow, was it fitting for her to dedicate a gallery to their broken pieces. ( after all, june has never been good with words. )

‘ I’M SO SORRY. ‘ and what else was there for her to say? drunken words were thrown around and she didn’t react fast enough, didn’t say i love you too, didn’t beg him to stay after telling him to go. everything june could’ve done wrong that day, SHE DID. ' if i could go back and do it different, i would. ‘ BUT SHE CAN’T ... and neither of them need her to say it; they already know. but she’s desperate. the single thread keeping them together is slipping from her grasp and goddammit, she just got him back. but pale blues watch him walk away, tears flowing just as steadily as they did three years ago. every cell in her body is screaming for him to stay ( oh, how the tables have turned ), but a quiet whisper reminds her she doesn’t deserve his mercy. he already gave her more than she deserved. and even with a shrine to shattered pieces all over new york, june can’t fix what she broke herself.

#paintsart #ic.#* 005. old enough to know that we are young and in love. ( gallery. )#well.#you did ask for both