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

eight | 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿 (𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗)

The cabin frame glows bright white, then geometric outlines representing buildings appear over a view of the stage. Animated seagulls fly over the text 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿

A trapdoor rises up from the floor of the diamond stage holding a number of dancers striking a pose as they ascend. As some dancers spread out on the stage, Taylor also rises up from a trapdoor now wearing a blue two piece with sparkly beaded fringe

Midnight
You come and pick me up no headlights
Long drive
Could end in burning flames or paradise

She struts and sways her hips side to side

Fade into view, oh
It's been a while since I have even heard from you

Backup singers

Heard from you

Dancers circle her and she rests a hand on one man's shoulder

I should just tell you to leave 'cause I know exactly where it leads
But I watch us go 'round and 'round each time

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down
We come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt
And I got that good girl faith, and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

Take me home
Just take me home
Yeah
Just take me home
Ooh, oh, ooh, oh, oh

Taylor swings her body left and right then sashays up a catwalk, lead by dancers

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

Backup singers

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

Taylor

I got that thing that you like

Backup singers

And when we go crashing down

Taylor

And when we go
We come back every time
We never go out of style
We never go out of style

She stomps on the diamond stage and cocks her hip, the others stride away. Fades in teal blue light climbs into the stage floor to form a grid like  pattern under Taylor's feet

Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought "Oh, my God. Look at that face, you look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?"
Ayy

The platform rises her up

New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain't it funny? Rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So, hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the bad guys good for a weekend

So it's gonna be forever

On the sides of the raised platform, multiple versions of Taylor appear doing the same synchronized dance

Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over, mm
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game