I think I mentioned it before that one of my favorite songs out of T. Swift’s Red album is All Too Well. And I have yet to get tired of it, and it’s probably because despite of it revealing probably a bit too much of one of her failed relationships (*cough* Gylenhaal *cough*), it was a majestic showing of songwriting.
I LOVE IT, ALL 5:30 of it.
What’s amusing is that there is rarely a repeating lyric in this gem, and it’s a real tragic, painful song.
- And I know it’s long gone, and that magic’s not here no more | And it might be okay, but I’m not fine at all
- You tell me ’bout your past, thinking your future was me
- And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to.
And then the back end of the song is what actually gets me every time (starts at 2:59):
Maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up
Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well
Hey, 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
Coz I remember it all too well
Time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralyzed by it
I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
Coz it reminds you of innocence, and it smells like me
You can’t get rid of it… coz you remember it all too well
Coz there we are again when I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well.