Guilty Within?
Taylor Swift, THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT, 2024
Writers: Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff
Producers: Jack Antonoff, Taylor Swift
Label: Republic
Hop to Another SongDmaj7Drownin’ in the Blue Nile
he sent me “Downtown Gmaj7Lights.”
I hadn’t heard it in a Dmaj7while my boredom’s bone-deep,
This cage was once, just, Gmaj7fine…
am I allowed to cry?
Dmaj7 I dream of crackin’ locks,
throwin’ my life to the Gmaj7wolves, or the ocean rocks.
Rushin’ to see him Dmaj7this time, he’s a paradox,
I’m seein’ visions am I Gbad,
or mad, or Awise? Aadd9
What if he’s Dmaj7written “mine,”
high up in the Asky, only in,
my Gmaj7mi-i-i-i-ind?
One slip and fallin’ Dmaj7back into the hedge Amaze,
oh what a way, to, Gmaj7hi-i-i-i-ide.
I keep recallin’ Gthings, we ne-ver Adid,
messy top,-lip, Dmaj7kiss,
how I long for our Bmwish.
Without ever Glettin’ him win
how can AI, be, guilty with-in?
Dmaj7 I keep these longings lockеd, Gmaj7
in lowercase inside a Dmaj7vault someone told me,
“there’s no such thing as bad Gmaj7thoughts,
only your actions talk.”
Dmaj7 These distant memories
giving way to labored Gmaj7breath, driftin’ over me.
We’ve already lived it in my Dmaj7head,
if it’s make-believe –
why does it feel like a Gmaj7vow,
we’ll both uphold someAhow? Aadd9
What if he’s Dmaj7written “mine,”
high up in the Asky, only in,
my Gmaj7mi-i-i-i-ind?
One slip and fallin’ Dmaj7back into the hedge Amaze,
oh what a way, to, Gmaj7hi-i-i-i-ide.
My senses are aGblaze,
I’ve screamed, in Apain,
buildin’ up, like, Dmaj7waves,
crashin’ over my, Bmgrave.
Without ever Glettin’ him win
how can AI, be, guilty with-in? Dmaj7
What if I Aturn and walkaway, Gmaj7
they’re gonna criticize me anyway, Dmaj7
what if the way you Ahold…
me, is actually the Gmaj7only?
If long-suffering Gpropriety
is what they Awant from me,
they don’t Dmaj7know how you’ve haunted me so Bmstunningly,
I choose Gyou and me… deAvotedly.
What if he’s N.C.written “mine,”
high up in the Asky,
only in, my Gmaj7mi-i-i-i-ind?
One slip and fallin’ Dmaj7back into the hedge Amaze,
oh what a way, to, Gmaj7hi-i-i-i-ide.
I keep recallin’ Gthings, we ne-ver Adid,
messy top,-lip, Dmaj7kiss,
how I long for our Bmwish.
Without ever Glettin’ him win
how can AI, be, guilty with-in? Dmaj7
He sent me “Downtown Gmaj7Lights,”
I hadn’t heard it in a Dmaj7while –
Gmaj7 G am I allowed to cry?