It feels like one of those nights,
We ditch the whole scene
It feels like one of those nights,
We won't be sleeping
It feels like one of those nights,
You look like bad news,
I gotta have youuuu
I gotta have youuuuuuuuuu
I'm afraid that listening to Taylor's entire discography will rot my brain. There are only so many pages of a middle school diary (tweaked and rewritten for mass consumption) one can take.
I'm afraid that listening to Taylor's entire discography will rot my brain. There are only so many pages of a middle school diary (tweaked and rewritten for mass consumption) one can take.
I do recall now the smell of the rain
Fresh on the pavement
I ran off the plane
That July 9th
The beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt
I can still feel your arms
But now I'll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is
I don't know how to be something you miss
I never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips
You call Taylor immature yet your faves could never serve anything this raw and emotional.
can she just release an EP and retire so we can have some kind of closure
leave ha alone