Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Piano
James McAlister
Synthesizer
Thomas Bartlett
Synthesizer
Benjamin Lanz
Trombone
James Krivchenia
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Songwriter
Aaron Dessner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Swift
Producer
Aaron Dessner
Producer
Jonathan Low
Mixing Engineer
Bella Blasko
Recording Engineer
James McAlister
Additional Engineer
Thomas Bartlett
Additional Engineer
Benjamin Lanz
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
Lock broken, slur spoken
Wound open, game token
I didn't know you were keeping count
Rain soaking, blind hoping
You said I was freeloading
I didn't know you were keeping count
High infidelity
Put on your records and regret me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelity
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?
Storm coming, good husband
Bad omen
Dragged my feet right down the aisle
At the house lonely, good money
I'd pay if you'd just know me
Seemed like the right thing at the time
You know there's many different ways
That you can kill the one you love
The slowest way is never loving them enough
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?
High infidelity
Put on your records and regret me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelity
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?
You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love
The slowest way is never loving them enough
High infidelity
Put on your records and regret meeting me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelity
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Oh, there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love
And it's never enough, it's never enough
Lock broken, slur spoken
Wound open, game token
I didn't know you were keeping count
Rain soaking, blind hoping
You said I was freeloading
I didn't know you were keeping count
But oh, you were keeping count
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Aaron Brooking Dessner
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