Question...?
I remember
Good girl, sad boy, big city, wrong choices
We had one thing goin' on, I swear that it was somethin'
'Cause I don't remember who I was before you painted all my nights
A color I've searched for since, but one thing after another
Fuckin' situations, circumstances, miscommunications
And I have to say, by the way I just may like some explanations
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you
But 15 seconds later, they were clappin' too?
Then what did you do?
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? (Oh)
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh
When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question
Half-moon eyes, bad surprise, did you realize out of time?
She was on your mind with some dickhead guy
That you saw that night, but you were on somethin'
It was one drink after another
Fuckin' politics and gender roles, and you're not sure and I don't know
Got swept away in the gray, I just may like to have a conversation
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you
But 15 seconds later they were clappin' too?
Then what did you do?
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? (Oh)
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh
When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question
Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?
And what's that-that I heard? That you're still with her?
That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable and right, but tonight
Can I ask you a question? (Can I ask you a question?)
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room (in a crowded room)
And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you (makin' fun of you)
But 15 seconds later, they were clappin' too?
Then what did you do? (Do)
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? (Oh)
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh (fight)
When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question
Good girl, sad boy, big city, wrong choices
We had one thing goin' on, I swear that it was somethin'
'Cause I don't remember who I was before you painted all my nights
A color I've searched for since, but one thing after another
Fuckin' situations, circumstances, miscommunications
And I have to say, by the way I just may like some explanations
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you
But 15 seconds later, they were clappin' too?
Then what did you do?
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? (Oh)
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh
When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question
Half-moon eyes, bad surprise, did you realize out of time?
She was on your mind with some dickhead guy
That you saw that night, but you were on somethin'
It was one drink after another
Fuckin' politics and gender roles, and you're not sure and I don't know
Got swept away in the gray, I just may like to have a conversation
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you
But 15 seconds later they were clappin' too?
Then what did you do?
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? (Oh)
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh
When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question
Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?
And what's that-that I heard? That you're still with her?
That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable and right, but tonight
Can I ask you a question? (Can I ask you a question?)
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room (in a crowded room)
And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you (makin' fun of you)
But 15 seconds later, they were clappin' too?
Then what did you do? (Do)
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? (Oh)
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh (fight)
When she said it was too much?
Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question
Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - Single
- Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) [Cults Remix] - Single
- Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) [Acoustic Version] - Single
- Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) [Acoustic Version] - Single
- Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) [BLOND:ISH Remix] - Single
- Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) [BLOND:ISH Remix] - Single
- Fortnight
- THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY
- THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT
- Old Habits Die Screaming Songs
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