Play me one second of Futile Devices and I'll be on the floor.
No like really, I shouldn't be left unattended with this song.
SHE NO LONGER NEEDS YOU.
YOU. YOU. YOU.
When listening to the first five seconds of this song for the first time, I lowkey kind of expected a Sujan Stevens Call Me By Your Name-esque energy. I don't know; my mind just went there.
Fuck it
this slaps
Gracie Abrams was really in her Lorde bag for this one.
Look, I concede, this is the only album of theirs that I've listened to in full.
But please cut me some slack; I'm not ready to sit through 20 songs per album.
POP BIBLE BITCHES.
I will never forgive her for what she did to Style (Taylor's Version).
*Anyone mentioning this album*
Me: did you know that Lou Reed was supposed to be featured on Brooklyn Baby, but then he DIED???
You Missed My Heart is so slept-on; just like my bed, brother.
No but really, there was a time in my life when I was unable to listen to any other song.
(Un)patiently waiting for more Phoebe songs that don't make sense upon first listen.
Like how was I supposed to know Garden Song was about killing Nazis?
If you can't admit this is a great album - even though it's Taylor Swift -, you hate women.