“Come one, come all, it’s happening again.” Taylor Swift‘s sad lyrics invade The Tortured Poets Department in a way that will have listeners down bad, crying wherever they are, and right alongside the poet herself.
Swift asks “Am I allowed to cry?” nine songs into the album. What does it say about you if you only make it to track two and your eyes are already welling up?
On The Tortured Poets Department, Swift opens with a line about her stint as a “functional alcoholic,” goes mad over her typewriter-toting tragic hero, and declares her name is hers and hers alone to disgrace as…
