Guess the Taylor Swift Collab #1

That night you were talkin', False prophets and profits They make in the margins Of poetry sonnets

And the note from the locket, You keep it in your pocket Since I gave to you

And we know its never simple, Never easy Never a clean break, no one here to save me

It's the last thing I wanted It's the first thing I'd do I tell you my problems And you tell me the truth

I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try

Is in insensitive for me to say "Get your shit together, So I can love you"?

I don't hate you, but I hate to critique, overrate you These beats of a dark heart, use basslines to replace you

Do you want to take a skate On the ice inside my veins? They ripped me off like false lashes And then threw me away