they told me all of my cages were mental / I just learned these people only raise you to cage you / you caged me and then you called me crazy / you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me / my town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences / this cage was once just fine, am I allowed to cry? / I dream of crackin' locks / each new enemy turns to steel / they become the bars that confine you in your own little golden prison cell / but I knew you, living in a gold age, sneaking to my bird cage / gold cage, hostage to my feelings / cause they got the cages, they got the boxes / 2 years of labor, locks, and ceilings / it was the great escape, the prison break / fresh out the slammer
I’ll never forget when Taylor said “ME! Out now!” on lesbian visibility day and then in true fashion, she proceeded to post three consecutive pictures of her new third cat.
And when she sings Guilty as Sin live and changes the words to “what if I’ve written mine on [insert noise that could sound like yer or her depending on what one wants to here] upper thigh only in my mind”? Then what? 🫢