Guess the Taylor Swift song- Midnights 3AM

Life is emotionally abusive, and time can't stop me quite like you did, and my flight was awful thanks for asking

On the way home, I wrote a poem, you say 'What a mind', this happens all the time

If I never blushed, then they never could've whispered about this, and if you never saved me from boredom, I could've gone on as I was. But Lord you made me feel important

Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest, get it off my desk

The mark they saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home

Does it feel like everything's 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

I was supposed to sweat you out, in search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground

Ask me what I learned from all those years. Ask me what I learned from all those tears. Ask me why so many fade, while I'm still here

Did you hear my covert narcissim I disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman? (A tale as old as time) I wake up screaming from dreaming, one day I'll watch as you're leaving and life will lose all its meaning (for the last time)

So I wander through these nights, I prefer hiding in plain sight. My fourth drink in my hand, these desperate prayers of a cursed man