illicit affairs

This coldly strips the romance off an affair: as thrilling as it starts, as empty it ends. Haven't you seen (or been in) a "just one kiss in the parking lot" stolen love — exciting, but holding nothing?

It writes "secrecy" as a chronic emptiness. Taylor doesn't judge, just describes: the sound of keys dropping louder than the heartbeat. You'll feel stolen things are too light to even hold in memory.

This is an interpretation based on publicly available material. Not official commentary.

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