So this is the song that’s supposed to be about John Mayer, and if you watch the video closely, you’ll see little indicators that it’s just got to be about him. The Montana-looking mountains that John Mayer ran away to in order to center himself and work out his maturity issues and write new music and think up ways to bed a new A-list chick? They’re there. The quasi-Johnny Depp-wannabe outfit that the video boyfriend is wearing? John Mayer totally went through that phase.
Also, is this Taylor‘s attempt at really trying to be a crossover artist from contemporary country to digitized, poppy club music? Because I think, if I absolutely had to choose, I’d go for corn grits and sunshine Taylor rather than dubstep in a sticky club Taylor. No thank you.
The best part of the video is probably watching “John Mayer” get his ass kicked by the pool table. The rest of it? Well. Unless you really like Taylor Swift, or this song, it’s kind of unwatchable.