We over here at The Poetry Society of New York love Taylor Swift. I mean, who doesn’t cry when folklore comes on? So here we present to you, our dear reader, the top ten Taylor Swift Lyrics that could hypothetically(!) put her in the running for U.S. Poet Laureate. (We’re only half kidding.)
“Your Midas touch on the Chevy door/November flush and your flannel cure/‘This dorm was once a madhouse’/I made a joke, ‘Well, it’s made for me’.”
“But we might just get away with it/Religion’s in your lips/Even if it’s a false god/We’d still worship/We might just get away with it/The altar is my hips/Even if it’s a false god/We’d still worship this love.”
“The drought was the very worst/When the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst/It was months and months of back and forth/You’re still all over me/Like a wine-stained dress I can’t wear anymore.”
“Take the words for what they are/A dwindling, mercurial high/A drug that only worked/The first few hundred times/And that’s the thing about illicit affairs/And clandestine meetings and stolen stares/They show their truth one single time/But they lie and they lie and they lie/A million little times.”
“Echoes of your name inside my mind/Halo hiding my obsession/I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy.”
“It’s the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass/But I felt it when I passed you/There’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me.”
“Please picture me in the weeds/Before I learned civility/I used to scream ferociously/Any time I wanted.”
“Now I’m searching for signs in a haunted club/Our songs, our films, united we stand/Our country, guess it was a lawless land/Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand/Paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans/My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust.”
“Maybe we got lost in translation/Maybe I asked for too much/But maybe this thing was a masterpiece/’Til you tore it all up/Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well/And you call me up again just to break me like a promise/So casually cruel in the name of being honest/I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here.”
“What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?/With your hair falling into place like dominoes/My mind turns your life into folklore/I can’t dare to dream about you anymore.”
