Death By A Thousand Cuts by Taylor Swift was inspired by the movie Someone Great, which made her reflect on the end of relationships and the complexity of the feelings involved. The song explores the pain of a breakup through the metaphor of death by a thousand cuts, indicating the accumulation of small pains that together have a significant emotional impact.
Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts Flashbacks waking me up I get drunk, but it's not enough 'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier still flickering here 'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not It's death by a thousand cuts
I dress to kill my time, I take the long way home I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright, they say, "I don't know" And what once was ours, is no one's now I see you everywhere, the only thing we share is this small town You said it was a great love, one for the ages But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?
'Cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts Flashbacks waking me up I get drunk, but it's not enough 'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier still flickering here 'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not It's death by a thousand cuts
My heart, my hips, my body, my love Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch Gave up on me like I was a bad drug Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club Our songs, our films, united we stand Our country, guess it was a lawless land Quiet my fears at the touch of your hand Paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust Tryna find a part of me you didn't take up Gave you too much but it wasn't enough But I'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts
I get drunk, but it's not enough 'Cause you're not my baby I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier still flickering here 'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not, no it's not It's death by a thousand cuts (you didn't touch)
Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch My body, my love, my trust (it's death by a thousand cuts) But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, no, no
I take the long way home I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright They say, "I don't know"