All Too Well (10 Minute Version|Taylor's Version|Clean) - Taylor Swift
Lyrics by:Taylor Swift/Liz Rose
Composed by:Taylor Swift/Liz Rose
I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But somethin' bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
And you've still got it in your drawer even now
Oh your sweet disposition and my wide eyed gaze
We're singing in the car getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more
And I might be ok but I'm not fine at all
Cause there we are again on that
Little town street
You almost ran the red
Cause you were looking over at me
Wind in my hair I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter
Your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses
In a twin-sized bed
And your mother's telling stories bout you on
The tee ball team
You taught me bout your past
Thinkin' your future was me
And you were tossing me the car keys
'F**k the patriarchy' keychain on the ground
We were always skipping town
And I was thinking on the drive down
Any time now he's gonna say it's love
You never called it what it was
'Til we were dead and gone and buried
Check the pulse and come back
Swearing it's the same after 3 months in the grave
And then you wondered where it went to
As I reached for you but
All I felt was shame
And you held my lifeless frame
And I know it's long gone and
There was nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough
To forget why I needed to
Cause there we are again in the middle of the night
We're dancin' round the kitchen in the
Refrigerator light
Down the stairs I was there
I remember it all too well
And there we are again
When nobody had to know
You kept me like a secret
But I kept you like an oath
Sacred prayer and we'd swear
To remember it all too well
Well maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece
'Til you tore it all up