There is some bad blood between us. It started way back in 1989, I when was her lover for about a fortnight and we were 15. I had a reputation back then and I think she came into the relationship thinking I can change him, I really can but she couldn't. Nothing in her wildest dreams could work, not even the alchemy. She tried getting advice from doctors and anti-heroes. Then eventually Tim McGraw told her to leave me. He said I was trouble when I walked in. I'm now left with her pictures to burn and there's teardrops on my guitar. Oh well. I now have to shake it off.
I'm reminded of that horrible "Valentine's Day" movie where Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner spend most of their on-screen time with their lips locked together.
Everything I did with her involves the color orange. Fittest date to an orange Grove, etc. And she is pissed that she can't write about it bc she can't rhyme Orange with anything.
Every time I went soft on her, she'd tell me to shake it off. Then she made millions from the song about me, and I'm still over here as flaccid as an ex-president
Call me shallow, but... I really was kinda embarassed to be seen with her in public. I got tired of always having to explain her to my friends, "Why are you with this girl?"... I wish her the best though.
I need somebody who is going to be there for me, not galivanting all over the world singing to people while I stay at home and water the plants. I need companionship.
"We call it 'The Noodle Incident' . Please don't ask for details."