Long handwritten note, deep in your pocket Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late
I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket
Good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait
In dreams, I meet you in warm conversation
We both wake in lonely beds, different cities And time is taking its sweet time erasing you
And you've got your demons and darling they all look like me
Highlighted are my favourite lines from their respective verses.
When I found out Taylor wrote this by herself, I was pushing it so hard to my friends and family.
A true masterpiece
As long as we have stuff as good as this on LP5 I am okay with 6 MM songs.
