In this great song, whose quality suggests anywhere from weeks to months of rigorous preparation to perfect, the singer conveys her frustration at an unnamed lover's attempts to rekindle a relationship, skillfully doing so in the patois of someone who has hit puberty not too long ago and is engaged in the epic struggle of a high school relationship. The use of quotation marks representing actual dialogue sprinkled with asides ("what?" for example) and even a hint of sarcasm in some lyrics ("I'm really gonna miss you picking fights") in an overall choppy presentation brings the magnitude of aforementioned high school drama to the listener in a way that could very well change your life. The chorus is an affirmation of her irrevocable and total rejection of the former lover: no matter how much "[talking]" occurs in the form of rumors or excuses or slandering, the repetition of the word "ever" after "never" confirms the relationship is over. The sampling of a real-time conversation near the end of the song, once again, brings the complexity and gravity of the singer's heart-rending dilemma right to you.
Stunning. You somehow captured the essence of the song, and thereby captured the essence of nothing. Truly, you understood the depths of Ms. Swift's pain, and laid it bare for all of us. Helluva song. I can only compare it to Abba's "Money Money Money" for it's absolute frankness. Girl meets boy, girl buys boy, girl tires of boy, throws him away, writes shitty song about it, fucks some guy at a gay bar, hit song. Amazing.
Stunning. You somehow captured the essence of the song, and thereby captured the essence of nothing. Truly, you understood the depths of Ms. Swift's pain, and laid it bare for all of us. Helluva song. I can only compare it to Abba's "Money Money Money" for it's absolute frankness. Girl meets boy, girl buys boy, girl tires of boy, throws him away, writes shitty song about it, fucks some guy at a gay bar, hit song. Amazing.
In this great song, whose quality suggests anywhere from weeks to months of rigorous preparation to perfect, the singer conveys her frustration at an unnamed lover's attempts to rekindle a relationship, skillfully doing so in the patois of someone who has hit puberty not too long ago and is engaged in the epic struggle of a high school relationship. The use of quotation marks representing actual dialogue sprinkled with asides ("what?" for example) and even a hint of sarcasm in some lyrics ("I'm really gonna miss you picking fights") in an overall choppy presentation brings the magnitude of aforementioned high school drama to the listener in a way that could very well change your life. The chorus is an affirmation of her irrevocable and total rejection of the former lover: no matter how much "[talking]" occurs in the form of rumors or excuses or slandering, the repetition of the word "ever" after "never" confirms the relationship is over. The sampling of a real-time conversation near the end of the song, once again, brings the complexity and gravity of the singer's heart-rending dilemma right to you.
Stunning. You somehow captured the essence of the song, and thereby captured the essence of nothing. Truly, you understood the depths of Ms. Swift's pain, and laid it bare for all of us. Helluva song. I can only compare it to Abba's "Money Money Money" for it's absolute frankness. Girl meets boy, girl buys boy, girl tires of boy, throws him away, writes shitty song about it, fucks some guy at a gay bar, hit song. Amazing.
Stunning. You somehow captured the essence of the song, and thereby captured the essence of nothing. Truly, you understood the depths of Ms. Swift's pain, and laid it bare for all of us. Helluva song. I can only compare it to Abba's "Money Money Money" for it's absolute frankness. Girl meets boy, girl buys boy, girl tires of boy, throws him away, writes shitty song about it, fucks some guy at a gay bar, hit song. Amazing.