When you get your heart broken or you lose someone from your life or when you're trying to recover from a breakup, it's almost like the same kind of struggle that someone goes through trying to beat addiction. It's not one habit you're breaking, it's every single minute of the day you're breaking a habit and it's exhausting. I had this metaphor in my head about like, being in this house and there's been a drought, but you feel like there's a storm coming and instead of trying to block out the storm you, like, punch a hole in the roof and just let all the rain come in and when you wake up in the morning it's washed away everything that used to hurt you and then you're clean."
— Taylor

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘐 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨...“