"do i really have to count the constellations in his eyes?" "do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?" "put on your headphones and burn my city." "your picket fence is sharp as knives." high infidelity, taylor swift.
"do i really have to count the constellations in his eyes?" "do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?" "put on your headphones and burn my city." "your picket fence is sharp as knives." high infidelity, taylor swift.