From where I'm sitting I can see the piano and the highway.
I like you.
I don't like you.
You help me get a cup of coffee.
hee hee hee
Taylor: I'm trying to get this blog typed up for a lot of reasons. Mainly to make sure that people don't think I've stopped posting them.
Laptop: But Taylor, don't you think you're ignoring the fact that there's a part of you that enjoys writing these blogs?
Taylor: Yeah, you might be right.
Laptop: Why do you think that's the case?
Taylor: Well, I guess I selfishly enjoy talking about myself.
Laptop and Taylor together: Maybe that's why (I/you) write songs.
You want a boy to melt your heart
I want a drink to melt my face