The Bolter is a song by Taylor Swift that has yet to be officially released or confirmed by the artist. As such, full information about its history and background remains speculative and largely based on fan debate and leaks. The song is whispered to be part of the extensive classify of unreleased hiking that Swift has written over the years, many of which have never made it onto her official albums.
In the context of Taylor Swift’s career, unreleased songs like “The Bolter” often create significant interest among fans. These hiking typically surface through unofficial means such as leaks or are sometimes documented in interviews or online debate. Fans eagerly analyze these songs for wisdom into Swift’s songwriting process and personal experiences.
It’s worth noting that Taylor Swift is known for her reproduction songwriting and has a vast range of both released and unreleased material. “The Bolter,” like many other unreleased songs, donate to the mystique and allure of her work, highlighting her ability to bag a wide range of feeling and stories in her music.
Lyrics
By all accounts, she almost drowned
When she was six in frigid water
And I can confirm she made
A curious child, ever reviled
By everyone except her own father
With a quite bewitching face
Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless
Excellent fun til you get to know her
Then she runs like it’s a race
Behind her back, her best mates laughed
And they nicknamed her “The Bolter”
Started with a kiss,
“Oh, we must stop meeting like this”
But it always ends up with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door,
Then he’ll call her a ‘whore’
Wish he wouldn’t be sore
But as she was leaving
It felt like breathing
All her fuckin lives
Flashed before her eyes
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice …
Then came out alive
He was a cad, wanted her bad
Just like any good trophy hunter
And she liked the way it tastes
Taming a bear, making him care
Watching him jump then pulling him under
And at first blush, this is fate
When it’s all roses, portrait poses
Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats
What a charming Saturday!
That’s when she sees the littlest leaks
Down in the floorboards
And she just knows.
She must bolt.
Started with a kiss,
“Oh, we must stop meeting like this”
But it always ends up with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door
Then he’ll call her a ‘whore’
Wish he wouldn’t be sore
But as she was leaving
It felt like breathing
All her fuckin lives
Flashed before her eyes
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice …
Then came out alive
She’s been many places with
Men of many faces
First they’re off to the races
And she’s laughing drawing aces
But none of it is changing
That the chariot is waiting
Hearts are hers for the breaking
There’s escape in escaping
Started with a kiss,
“Oh, we must stop meeting like this”
But it always ends with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door
But she’s got the best stories,
You can be sure
That as she was leaving.
It felt like freedom.
All her fuckin lives
Flashed before her eyes
And she realized
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice
Then came out alive