The History of my Love Life According to Taylor Swift

There’s something bout the way, the street looks when it’s just rained,

'Cause when you’re fifteen and someone tells you they love you, you’re gonna believe them,
And you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town.

There she goes, so perfectly, the kind of flawless i wish i could be,
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
You have pointed out my flaws again, as if i don’t already see them,
All you’re ever gonna be is mean.

And the cynics were outraged, screaming “this is absurd”.

That night we danced like we knew our lives would never be the same.

You stood there in front of me just close enough to touch,
Gives me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around,

You gave me roses, and i left them there to die.

The lingering question kept me up, 2 AM who do you love?
I roll my eyes, you pull me in, i’m not much for dancing, but for you i did.
Well maybe it’s me, and my blind optimism to blame,
Don’t you think nineteen’s too young to be messed with?

But on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again,

And right there where we stood was holy ground,
You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me...

Now you call me up again just to break me like a promise,

Time won’t fly it’s like i’m paralyzed by it.
Didn’t you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, 'cause I remember it,
All too well.

I think I am finally clean.

We’re happy, free, confused and lonely in the best way
I don’t know about you, but i’m feeling 22.

Well you were never a saint, I love your shades of wrong.

These are the hands of fate, you’re my Achilles heel,
This is the golden age of something good and right and real.
One night, he wakes, strange look on his face,

Pauses and says, you’re my best friend.

You are in love, true love.