rpmemesandshit:
taylor swift’s “reputation” lyrics // volume one. feel free to change things as necessary.
but if he’s a ghost then i can be a phantom.
i see nothing better.
in my dreams, you should see the things we do, baby.
every love i’ve known in comparison is a failure.
touch me & you’ll never be alone.
you & me would be a big conversation.
i’m one call away whenever you need me.
you hold me down, & i protect you with my life.
i don’t wanna be just another ex-love you don’t wanna see.
i got issues & chips on both of my shoulders.
the truth is it’s easier to ignore it.
you understand the good & bad end up in a song.
i bury hatchets, but i keep maps of where i put ‘em.
i swear i don’t love the drama; it loves me.
it’s like your eyes are liquor.
it’s like your body is gold
you’ve been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks.
here’s the truth from my red lips.
i wanna be your end game.
i never trust a narcissist, but they love me.
this is how the world works.
they’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one.
they say i did something bad, but why’s it feel so good?
i can feel the flames on my skin.
you gotta leave before you get left.
crimson red paint on my lips.
‘cause for every lie i tell them, they tell me three.
i let them think they saved me.
she’s gone too far this time.
lord, save me, my drug is my baby.
don’t blame me, your love made me crazy.
for you, i would fall from grace.
i once was poison ivy, but now i’m your daisy.
a halo, hiding my obsession.
for you, i would lose my mind.
for you, i would waste my time.
i’ve been breaking hearts a long time.
my reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me.
we can’t make any promises now, can we, babe?
you can make me a drink.
just think of the fun things we could do.
i know that it’s delicate.
do the girls back home touch you like i do?
echoes of your footsteps on the stairs.
stay here, honey, i don’t wanna share.
is it cool that i said all that?
sometimes i wonder when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me?
sometimes when i look into your eyes, i pretend you’re mine.
i don’t like your little games. i don’t like your perfect crime.
but i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time.
honey, i rose up from the dead—i do it all the time.
i’ve got a list of name, & yours is in red, underlined.
look what you made me do.
i don’t like your kingdom keys. they once belonged to me.
you asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out & threw a feast
then the world moves on.
all I think about is karma.
maybe i got mine, but you’ll all get yours.
i don’t trust nobody, & nobody trusts me.
i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams.












