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17. thanK you aIMee/Mean (Live from London)
thanK you aIMee/Mean (Live from London)
thanK you aIMee/Mean (Live from London
Written by: Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner
When I picture my hometown
There’s a bronze spray-tanned statue of you
And a plaque underneath it
That threatens to push me down the stairs at our school
And it was always the same searing pain
But I dreamed that one day, I could say
All that time you were throwing punches
I was building something
And I can’t forgive the way you made me feel
Screamed, “Fuck you, Aimee” to the night sky
As the blood was gushing
But I can’t forget the way you made me heal
And it wasn’t a fair fight, or a clean kill
Each time that Aimee stomped across my grave
And then she wrote headlines in the local paper
Laughing at each baby step I’d take
And it was always the same searing pain
But I prayed that one day, I could say
All that time you were throwing punches
I was building something
And I couldn’t wait to show you it was real
Screamed, “Fuck you, Aimee” to the night sky
As the blood was gushing
But I can’t forget the way you made me heal
Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman
But she used to say she wished that you were dead
I pushed each boulder up the hill
Your words are still just ringing in my head, ringing in my head
I wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool
I built a legacy that you can’t undo
But when I count the scars, there’s a moment of truth
That there wouldn’t be this if there hadn’t been you
And maybe you’ve reframed it
And in your mind, you never beat my spirit black and blue
I don’t think you’ve changed much
And so I changed your name and any real defining clues
And one day, your kid comes home singing
A song that only us two is gonna know is about
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feelin’ like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I’m wounded
You, pickin’ on the weaker man
Well, you can take me down
With just one single blow
But you don’t know what you don’t know
Someday, I’ll be livin’ in a big ole city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Someday, I’ll be singing this song at Wembley
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
Why you gotta be so mean?
All that time you were throwin’ punches, I was buildin’ somethin’
And it was all for nothin’
Screamed, “Thank you, Aimee” to the night sky and the stars are stunnin’
Cause I can’t forget the way you made me heal
Thank you, Aimee
Thank you, Aimee
Cause I’m living in a big ole city
Thank you, Aimee
Thank you, Aimee
I’m playing this song at Wembley
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?