look at me.
please look me in the eye
and tell me i’m not the one you wanted
tell me i’m not your first choice
that I’m one of the many
on the menu

when i was
the arcade ring at the carnival
that you cheated to win
and your face lit up with your winning smile
now i just collect dust on the shelf
you haven’t been here in ages

tell me when did your heart turn to stone
that makes me so forlorn
always thinking about it
on the bus ride home

Maybe i should get up on that tightrope;
put on a show
and across the trapeze
pull out all the stops,
everything
just
so
you
can
laugh
at me.

had i known, then I shouldn’t have
forgotten to roll up my sleeve
when i wore my heart on it
cause here i am now
collecting pieces of broken glass
that once beat to your rhythm.

when evening comes
you pat my head
like a good dog
Who brought back the stick
in a game of fetch
and tell me i matter
the lie, as loud as sirens in the dead of night
i can hear the bridge between you and i
crumbling

and i, an old cardigan
am growing weary,
waiting for when
you’ll find me under your bed
and hear you say the words “You’re my favourite.”
and this time, actually mean it.

coney island – Taylor Swift feat. The National

inspired by:

willow – Taylor Swift

happiness – Taylor Swift

mirrorball – Taylor Swift

champagne problems – Taylor Swift

cardigan – Taylor Swift