Taylor Swift

You left your typewriter at my apartmentStraight from the tortured poets department.I think some things I never sayLike, “Who uses typewriters anyway?” But you’re in self-sabotage modeThrowing spikes down on the road,But I’ve seen this ادامه مطلب

Oh, here we go againThe voices in his headCalled the rain to end our days of wildThe sickest army dollPurchased at the mallRivulets descend my plastic smile But you should’ve seen him when he first ادامه مطلب

I was supposed to be sent awayBut they forgot to come and get meI was a functioning alcoholic‘Til nobody noticed my new aestheticAll of this to say, I hope you’re okayBut you’re the reasonAnd no ادامه مطلب

Nice to meet you, where you been?I could show you incredible thingsMagic, madness, heaven, sinSaw you there and I thought“Oh, my God, look at that faceYou look like my next mistakeLove’s a game, wanna play?” ادامه مطلب

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiserMidnights become my afternoonsWhen my depression works the graveyard shiftAll of the people I’ve ghosted stand there in the roomI should not be left ادامه مطلب

Flamingo pinkSunrise BoulevardClink, clinkBeing this young is artAquamarineMoonlit swimming poolWhat if all I need is you?Got lovestruck, went straight to my headGot lovesick, all over my bedLove to think you’ll never forgetHandprints in wet cementAdorned ادامه مطلب

Stand there like a ghostShaking come the rain, rainShe’ll open up the doorAnd say, are you insane, -ane?Say it’s been a long six months (oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)And you ادامه مطلب

You went to a partyI heard from everybodyYou part the crowd like the Red SeaDon’t even get me startedDid you get anxious thoughOn the way home?I guess I’ll never, ever knowNow that we don’t talkYou ادامه مطلب

There I was again tonightForcing laughter, faking smilesSame old tired, lonely placeWalls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished when I saw your faceAll I can say is, it was enchanting to meet youYour eyes ادامه مطلب

Fever dream high in the quiet of the nightYou know that I caught itBad, bad boyShiny toy with a priceYou know that I bought itKilling me slow, out the windowI’m always waiting for you to ادامه مطلب