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God Dammit
How Gracie Abrams’ new album, ‘The Secret of Us’ basically destroyed me. Thanks Gracie, F-you, too. Love you, mean it.
Turns out you were right about me
I said I was giving Gracie a break
Guess I am weak.
But before I go…
I have to break down these insane bridges down, like what the actual fuck?
That night, you were talkin’ false prophets and profits
They make in the margins of poetry sonnets
You never read up on it, shame, could’ve learned somethin’
Robert Bly on my nightstand, gifts from you, how ironic
The curse or a miracle, hearse or an oracle
You’re incomparable, fuck, it was chemical
You (You) plus (Plus) me (Me) was
— Gracie Abrams ft. Taylor Swift- “Us”
Okay, I’m sorry, what? What did I just listen to? What did I just read? What did these two straight-up witches just come up with? Straight fire. SLAPS. BANGER. But so it goes when working with Ms. Swift. I highly suggest you go listen to this one if the above resonates, it even sounds better sung, I promise:
