Hi, I'm Taylor. I've been alive for 22 years now, and I finally have my own kitchen. I'm very excited about this, and generally excited by anything else that falls into the "cute" or "cozy" categories. I learned to play guitar when I was twelve from this guy named Ronnie who came over to fix my parents' computer. I like quilts. But that's probably because I'm always freezing cold. I LOVE Nashville. That's where I live, when I'm lucky enough to be there. I love the town so much, I sometimes feel like I should just roll the windows down in my car (nicknamed the Toyoat. Because it's a Toyota) and scream "I LOVE THIS TOWN" loudly out the windows. That wouldn't be weird, right? Every time I try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people. My lucky number always has been and always will be 13. It pops up in front of me in the most obvious and undeniable ways, but only when something good is about to happen. I'm a Sagittarius. I think that means I'm always looking for something new. It also means I have a Christmas-themed birthday party every year. I love bright colors and things that make reality seem more whimsical than it is. I have a collection of ribbons and headbands, and I love them all the same. I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I've been like this since I was a baby, before I was gigantically tall and over-talkative.
These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: "Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it.
That was really amusing, She should write a song about her love for quilts and how she wants to scream I LOVE THIS TOWN whenever she rolls down the window driving in Nashville. I'm up for it
I wake up, I stretch out
I wonder what you’re doing right now
Yeah, I slept in my make-up again
Tell myself I must be crazy
Thinking about him
I find myself something decent to wear
Take the towel out of my hair
About that time, you called me
And I’m reminded
Without you I’d be
A stranger in an all night diner
Waiting for a love to find her
Lonely like a harbor light that's never seen a boat
Like a line in an old love letter
No one ever wrote
I go to work, work all day
I'm a walking tape recorder
of everything you say
Walk to the car, dig out my keys
Start thinking if
You were with anyone but me
I'd be a stranger in an all night diner
Waiting for a love to find her
Lonely like a harbor that's never seen a boat
Just a line in an old love letter
No one ever wrote
There you are
On the street
Just standing there
Waiting on me I
I show you my new shoes
You say you love them
Baby without you
I’d be a stranger in an all night diner
Waiting for a love to find her
Lonely like a harbor that's never seen a boat
Just a line in an old love letter
No one ever wrote
I wake up, I stretch out
I wonder what you’re doing right now
Speak Now album & Long Live
So proud! 
