Taylor sounds like a dying animal in her upper register. And in her normal register she's practically benadryl in human form. Her listless melodies don't help, either.
Literally every song Carly's written is better than those. Taylor's attempts to be adult and serious sound like they could've come out of the most vapid teenager's diary. Carly's lyrics can be a bit diary-esque at times, too, but at least she has enough ebullience to make it seem interesting.
Umm, you said she aged gracefully. Gracefully is a good word.
Ageing gracefully doesn't mean you look good when you age, it means you age without restraint, without filling your face with all sorts of poisons or getting it chopped up by a surgeon.
On the nights I cry til I can't breathe
Silas stays with me until I sleep
Hands that hold my heart so tenderly
Could never bind us
My Silas
I'm hopelessly romantic
And hopefully he can stand it
All that I can know
Is I never want to let him go
AHHhhHH Lotus outsold Britney Jeans? AHHHHHH 
