When I first heard your name
I knew I should speak now
But I knew you’d ruin my reputation.
I wanted to be your lover
For evermore
You made me fearless
As if I was born in 1989.
After reading the folklore,
I realised life isn’t a Taylor Swift song,
But I still want your midnights
But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day.
Working till my hands burn red.
