[Hmm but they’re still pretty gold standard. Just her newer stuff is like god standard. Lost the L 😅
God standard, Taylor, we go insane but
It’s fine as long as you can never tell]

I don’t know who I am

I flinch when people call my name

I motivate myself

In a language I don’t speak

 

I love the challenge

How far can I get without hitting backspace

Except for, typos, you know

And little things that might kill me

 

I’m not a perfectionist

I wouldn’t have been born ’cause I’m never ready

For anything, and I mean anything

I just kinda let things happen

Time is so unforgiving

That sneaky little bastard

What am I doing, what am I doing

When everyone else hit god standard

 

I listened to a song a few weeks

No, make that months, ago

A psycho singer with a singer voice

Said I deserved to be loved

And that set all my gears turning

What kind of person would really love me

Unexpectedly, I cried

Thanks, Instagram!

Really needed to be reminded

Even I don’t like what I am

 

I just copy-paste the shit!

 

I’m not a perfectionist

I wouldn’t have been born ’cause I’m never ready

For anything, and I mean anything

I just kinda let things happen

Time is so unforgiving

That sneaky little bastard

What am I doing, what am I doing

When everyone else hit god standard

 

I haven’t moved from this spot in over seven years

I’ve moved houses

Bought equipment

Collecting dust under my fan

I’m still a slave to procrastinating and my fears

I’m feeling crowded

I don’t know how

To write a stupid song

To get anything done

 

I don’t know who I am

I just really want to quit my job

And save everybody

With just my words, like some… god.

 

I’m not perfect

I’m a steaming pile of shit

About to get fired

For not knowing my limits

Time won’t forgive me

I’m already twenty-seven

And I have nothing to show

For any of it

How do I stand up

In front of all you gods

I should have realized

I’d never reach god standard

 

[Wow, I need therapy.]