You're On Your Own, Kid | Tayvis x Sabrina

three | 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

On the back screen, the golden sparkles fade. Replaced by a dark forest and pale sunlight. The golden lights seam between the dark trunks, turning purple then blue. The word evermore appears in golden letters. Thick fog surrounds the trees on the main stage

Taylor rises up from the stage

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone I would have asked you
It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass
But I felt it when I passed you
There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me
But if it's all the same the to you, it's the same to me

So we could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season write this down
I'm stayin' at my parents house
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown

Sleep in, half the day
Just for old times sake
I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay
So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends
Who'll write books about me if I ever make it
And wonder about the only soul
Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'
And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known

We could call it even
Even though I'm leaving
And I'll be yours for the weekend
​'Tis the damn season

We could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
​'Tis the damn season, write this down
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown

It always leads to you and my hometown

Wearing a dark green cloak over a mustard yellow dress, Taylor stands in the mist with a dozen dancers in similar dresses and cloaks

Wait for the signal
And I'll meet you after dark

The dancers move with slow rhythmic movements, holding crystal balls that give off a fiery glow. They toss the balls in the air, they crouch low as they catch them. Flames on the screen rise with their movements

I'm like the water
When your ship rolled in that night
Rough on the surface
But you cut through like a knife
And if it was a open-shut case
I never would've known from the look on your face
Lost in your current like a priceless wine

The more that you say, the less I know
Wherever you stray I follow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans
That's my man

Life was a willow
And it bent right to your wind

Backup singers

Oh

Taylor

Head on the pillow
I could feel you sneaking in

Taylor and the dancers slink down the catwalk

As if you were a mythical thing
Like you were a trophy or a champion ring
And there was one prize I'd cheat to win

The more that you say the less I know
Wherever you stray I follow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans
That's my man