#How Did It End?

[shade-ofbluee]

How did it end?

[stillgotscars]

how did it end? - taylor swift

[folksyswift]

We hereby conduct this post-mortem… Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. If I bleed you’ll be the last to know. I feel like I might sink and drown and die. What doesn't kill me makes me want you more. My broken bones are mending from all these nights we’re spending. Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? I can't let you go, your handprints on my soul. Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep. My one and only, my lifeline. Remember how I said I'd die for you? Combat, I'm ready for combat. Threw out our cloaks and our daggers 'cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts but I would die for you in secret. You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself but do you know you're demolishing me? I am ash from your fire. Break my soul in two looking for you but you're right here. "It only hurts this much right now" was what I was thinkin' the whole time. You assume I'm fine, and you don't really read into my melancholia. My depression works the graveyard shift. All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February. In the shade of how he was feeling. Catastrophic blues, my sadness is contagious. I know my pain is such an imposition. I dream of crackin' locks, throwin' my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks. Make it make some sense why the wound is still bleedin' and I'm fadin'. Just how low did you think I'd go 'fore I'd self-implode? My spine split from carrying us up the hill and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier. I'm getting tired even for a phoenix, always risin' from the ashes, mendin' all the gashes. Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill. My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick til we were too far gone to bring back to life. I can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore for you. I stopped CPR, after all, it's no use the spirit was gone, we would never come to. Our maladies were such we could not cure them. Two graves, one gun. Say it once again with feeling how the death rattle breathing silenced as the soul was leaving. The deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling. My beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G. You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.

[yourgoldennotebook]

are you not entertained?

[missegyptiana]

SAY IT. ONCE. AGAIN. WITH FEELING. HOW. THE. DEATH. RATTLE BREATHING. SILENCED. AS. THE. SOUL. WAS LEAVING. THE DEFLATION. OF. OUR. DREAMING. LEAVING ME. BEREFT. AND REELING. MY BELOVED. GHOST. AND. ME. SITTING. IN A. TREE.

D-Y-I-N-G

[gofightwin]

it’s happening again, how did it end?

[dazzlinhaze]

the deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[hope-ur-ok]

so she really just wanted everyone to cry tonight I guess

[tolerateit]

HOW DID IT END?

[all-at-once-you-are-the-one]

I know that everyone has realized this already but I absolutely love how on such a confusing album, she gave us a through line to understanding through the track 5s.

So Long London & How Did it End being the most directly about Joe & being the track 5s is such a lovely way for her to say, “this is what was behind it all. This is what I was really so upset about.”

[therewasholyground]

taylor swift's spooky lyrics as silent film dialogue cards

[stillgotscars]

is anyone ready to talk about the pipeline from “knew he was a killer first time that i saw him / wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted / but if he’s a ghost, then i can be a phantom” to “my beloved ghost and me / sitting in a tree / d-y-i-n-g”… or is it still too soon?

[taylornation]

Available until tonight at 11:59pm EDT, shop THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT digital albums + bonus tracks “Guilty As Sin?,” “How Did It End?” and “Peter” (feat. the most generous, excitable, magical crowds from Stockholm). 🤍

[gofightwin]

come one, come all. it’s happening again…

[the-green-dot]

“d-y-i-n-g” spelling ain’t so fun anymore