Betty, I won& #39;t make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        But I think it& #39;s cause of me
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        You heard the rumours from Inez, you can& #39;t believe a word she says
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Most times, but this time it was true
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        But if I just showed up at your party
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Would you have me? Would you want me?
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Would you tell me to go fuck myself or lead me to the garden?
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        In the garden would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing?
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Betty, I know where it all went wrong
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Your favourite song was playing from the far side of the gym
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        I was nowhere to be found, I hate the crowds, you know that
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Plus, I saw you dance with him.
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        I was walking home on broken cobblestones, just thinking of you
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        When she pulled up like a figment of my worst intentions
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        She said "James, get in. Let& #39;s drive"
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Those days turned into nights slept next to her
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        But I dreamt of you all summer long
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Betty, I& #39;m here on your doorstep and I& #39;ve planned it out for weeks now, but it& #39;s finally sinking in
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Betty, right now it& #39;s the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        The only thing I wanna do is make it up to you
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        So, I showed up at your party
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Yeah, I showed up at your party
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        I showed up at your party, will you have me? Will you love me?
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends?
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        If you kiss me will it be just like I dreamed it?
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Will it patch your broken wings?
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Standing in your cardigan
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Kissing in my car again
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        Stopped at a streetlight, you know I miss you
                        
                        
                                                    
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                                    
                    
                        
                        
                        ~Betty; Taylor Swift~
                        
                        
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                
                 
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