Guilty as Sin? – clean

Guilty Within?

Taylor Swift, THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT, 2024

Writers: Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff

Producers: Jack Antonoff, Taylor Swift

Label: Republic

Chords.

Drownin’ in the Blue Nile

he sent me “Downtown Lights.”

I hadn’t heard it in a while my boredom’s bone-deep,

This cage was once, just, fine…

am I allowed to cry?

I dream of crackin’ locks,

throwin’ my life to the wolves, or the ocean rocks.

Rushin’ to see him this time, he’s a paradox,

I’m seein’ visions am I bad,

or mad, or wise?

What if he’s written “mine,” high up in the sky, only in, my mi-i-i-i-ind?

One slip and fallin’ back into the hedge maze,

oh what a way, to, hi-i-i-i-ide.

I keep recallin’ things, we ne-ver did,

messy top,-lip, kiss, how I long for our wish.

Without ever lettin’ him win

how can I, be, guilty with-in?

I keep these longings lockеd,

in lowercase inside a vault someone told me,

“there’s no such thing as bad thoughts,

only your actions talk.”

These distant memories

giving way to labored breath, driftin’ over me.

We’ve already lived it in my head,

if it’s make-believe –

why does it feel like a vow, we’ll both uphold somehow?

What if he’s written “mine,” high up in the sky, only in, my mi-i-i-i-ind?

One slip and fallin’ back into the hedge maze,

oh what a way, to, hi-i-i-i-ide.

My senses are ablaze,

I’ve screamed, in pain,

buildin’ up, like, waves, crashin’ over my, grave.

Without ever lettin’ him win

how can I, be, guilty with-in?

What if I turn and walk away,

they’re gonna criticize me anyway,

what if the way you hold…

me, is actually the only?

If long-suffering propriety

is what they want from me,

they don’t know how you’ve haunted me so stunningly,

I choose you and me… devotedly.

What if he’s written “mine,” high up in the sky, only in, my mi-i-i-i-ind?

One slip and fallin’ back into the hedge maze,

oh what a way, to, hi-i-i-i-ide.

I keep recallin’ things, we ne-ver did,

messy top,-lip, kiss, how I long for our wish.

Without ever lettin’ him win

how can I, be, guilty with-in?

He sent me “Downtown Lights,”

I hadn’t heard it in a while –

am I allowed to cry?