You had people who called you on unmarked numbers In my peripheral vision I let it slide Like a hose on a slippery plastic summer All was quickly forgiven You were so magnetic it was almost obnoxious Flush with the currency of cool I was always turnin' out my empty pockets And when it came to you
I didn't come here to make friends We were born to be suburban legends When you hold me, it holds me together And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever
I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs Would surprise the whole school When I ended up back at our class reunion Walkin' in with you You'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries With the pages ripped out I am standing in a 1950s gymnasium And I can still see you now
I didn't come here to make friends We were born to be suburban legends When you hold me, it holds me together And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever I know that you still remember We were born to be national treasures When you told me we'd get back together And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever
Tick-tock on the clock, I pace down your block I broke my own heart 'Cause you were too polite to do it Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door You don't knock anymore And my whole life's ruined Tick-tock on the clock, I pace down your block I broke my own heart 'Cause you were too polite to do it Waves crash to the shore, I dash to the door You don't knock anymore and I always knew it That my life would be ruined
Compositores: Jack Michael Antonoff (Fun) (BMI), Taylor Alison Swift (Taylor Swift) (BMI)Editores: Ducky Donath Music (BMI), ATV Music (BMI), Taylor Swift Music (BMI)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LLC, ATV Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #41236686 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM