I got a blank space, baby, and I’ll write your name—or cross it out, depending on the vibe. People throw rocks at things that shine, so keep sparkling anyway. You’re the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, but also the chorus of my new revenge anthem. Karma’s a relaxing thought, but sometimes it’s loud and in your face. Darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream, and there’s no turning back now.
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me—but at least I’m self-aware. We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January, because why not? You belong with me, but if you don’t see that, I’ll just write a multi-platinum album about it.
All too well—that’s how I’ll remember everything, for better or worse. And in the middle of the night, I’m still writing new lyrics you’ll never forget.
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me—but at least I’m self-aware. We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January, because why not? You belong with me, but if you don’t see that, I’ll just write a multi-platinum album about it. All too well—that’s how I’ll remember everything, for better or worse. And in the middle of the night, I’m still writing new lyrics you’ll never forget.
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me—but at least I’m self-aware. We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January, because why not? You belong with me, but if you don’t see that, I’ll just write a multi-platinum album about it. All too well—that’s how I’ll remember everything, for better or worse. And in the middle of the night, I’m still writing new lyrics you’ll never forget.
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me—but at least I’m self-aware. We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January, because why not? You belong with me, but if you don’t see that, I’ll just write a multi-platinum album about it. All too well—that’s how I’ll remember everything, for better or worse. And in the middle of the night, I’m still writing new lyrics you’ll never forget.
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me—but at least I’m self-aware. We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January, because why not? You belong with me, but if you don’t see that, I’ll just write a multi-platinum album about it. All too well—that’s how I’ll remember everything, for better or worse. And in the middle of the night, I’m still writing new lyrics you’ll never forget.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two—and that means making questionable choices with no regrets. We never go out of style, just like a perfectly written bridge. It’s a love story, baby, just say yes, unless it’s with someone toxic—then you should probably shake it off.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two—and that means making questionable choices with no regrets. We never go out of style, just like a perfectly written bridge. It’s a love story, baby, just say yes, unless it’s with someone toxic—then you should probably shake it off.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two—and that means making questionable choices with no regrets. We never go out of style, just like a perfectly written bridge. It’s a love story, baby, just say yes, unless it’s with someone toxic—then you should probably shake it off.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two—and that means making questionable choices with no regrets. We never go out of style, just like a perfectly written bridge. It’s a love story, baby, just say yes, unless it’s with someone toxic—then you should probably shake it off.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two—and that means making questionable choices with no regrets. We never go out of style, just like a perfectly written bridge. It’s a love story, baby, just say yes, unless it’s with someone toxic—then you should probably shake it off.
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two—and that means making questionable choices with no regrets. We never go out of style, just like a perfectly written bridge. It’s a love story, baby, just say yes, unless it’s with someone toxic—then you should probably shake it off.
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