taylor swift - midnight rain (sped up & reverb)

♪♬ some kind of haunted ♪

lyrics
rain
he wanted it comfortable
i wanted that pain
he wanted a bride
i was making my own name
chasing that fame
he stayed the same
all of me changed
like midnight

my town was a wasteland
full of cages, full of fences
pageant queens and big pretenders
but for some it was paradise
my boy was a montage
a slow motion, love potion
jumping off things in the ocean
i broke his heart 'cause he was nice

he was sunshine
i was midnight rain
he wanted it comfortable
i wanted that pain
he wanted a bride
i was making my own name
chasing that fame
he stayed the same
all of me changed
like midnight

it came like a postcard
picture perfect shiny family
holiday peppermint candy
but for him it's every day
so i peered through a window
a deep portal, time travel
all the love we unravel
and the life i gave away

'cause he was sunshine
i was midnight rain
he wanted it comfortable
i wanted that pain
he wanted a bride
i was making my own name
chasing that fame
he stayed the same
all of me changed
like midnight

rain
he wanted it comfortable
i wanted that pain
he wanted a bride
i was making my own name
chasing that fame
he stayed the same
all of me changed
like midnight

i guess sometimes we all get
just what we wanted, just what we wanted
and he never thinks of me
except when i'm on tv
i guess sometimes we all get
some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted
and i never think of him
except on midnights like this
midnights like this

song details
◦ artist: taylor swift
◦ album: midnights
◦ released: 2022
◦ genre: alternative/indie

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