Produced by: Jack Antonoff, Taylor Swift When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf ‘Cause we lost track of time ag...
Produced by: Jack Antonoff, Taylor Swift
When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
‘Cause we lost track of time again
Laughing with my feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend
How’d we end up on the floor anyway?
You say, “Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw top RosĂ©”, that’s how
I see you every day now
And I chose you
The one I was dancin’ with in New York
No shoes, looked up
At the sky and it was
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine onto me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon
When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
Sobbin’ with your head in your hands
Ain’t that the way shit always ends?
You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway
Carnations you had thought were roses, that’s us
I feel you no matter what, the rubies that I gave up
When I lost you
The one I was dancin’ with in New York
No shoes, looked up
At the sky and it was maroon
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine onto me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon
And I wake with your memory over me
That’s a real fucking legacy that you see (it was maroon)
And I wake with your memory over me
That’s a real fucking legacy to leave
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine onto me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon
The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon
It was maroon
It was maroon
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