You know, this might be the point of “Clean” from 1989. As in, Taylor wasn’t writing about herself, there. She was writing about me. And maybe a little about her, but maybe she picked up on this before I just did, now. And maybe I didn’t realize what was going on, then, because I just didn’t listen. I didn’t pick up on the clues she was leaving me in the lyrics and such. It’s about me. I’m the addict. Not her. ME.
That… makes a lot of sense.
Wow.
Mind. Blown.