listening to my tears ricochet through the lens of taylor losing her masters gives me chills
I didnβt have it in myself to go with graceΒ Calling them out when the news came out, telling her side of the story
And if Iβm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Continuing to profit off of her work, promote it, pretending they are the bigger people You wear the same jewels that I gave you, As you bury me She WAS big machine. she helped build their fortune. theyβd be nothing without her and her work And I can go anywhere I want. Anywhere I want, just not home She can take her music anywhere but itβs never going to be quite the same as the label that she grew up withΒ
And when you canβt sleep at night (You hear my stolen lullabies) Stolen lullabies as in the music she wrote and they tookβ¦.
And youβre tossing out blame, drunk on this pain. Crossing out the good years They had a good run, but when it all came crashing down, the label tried to make her look like the bad guy and they lost miserably
my heart hurts.
