taylor swift lyrics

in silent screams, in wildest dreams, i never dreamed of this

she waits and takes her time ‘cause little miss sunshine always thinks it’s gonna rain

hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

NICE

burn all the files, desert all your past lives, and if you don't recognize yourself, that means you did it right

while he was doing lines and crossing all of mine, someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI

catastrophic blues, movin' on was always easy for me to do

RIP me, I died dead.

I think songwriting is the ultimate form of being able to make anything that happens in your life productive.

I'm not asleep, my mind is alive!

To me, Fearless is not the absense of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.

You can't be in love with a Google search.

I think about food literally all day every day. It's a thing.

and i don't know why but with you i'd dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless

you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter, you are the best thing that's ever been mine

i was enchanted to meet you, please don't be in love with someone else

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

and all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along, forever going with the flow, but you're friction

the water's high, you're jumping into it and letting go, and no one knows that you cry, but you don't tell anyone

you have a way of coming easily to me and when you take, you take the very best of me

you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter, you are the best thing that's ever been mine

i was enchanted to meet you, please don't be in love with someone else

you'll never see the way your words cut me to the bone

and if you're missing me, you'd better keep it to yourself, 'cause coming back around here would be bad for your health

i was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car, he's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

and all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along, forever going with the flow, but you're friction

and i remember that fight, two-thirty am, as everything was slipping right out of our hands

3am and i'm still awake