Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin sized bed. And your mother’s telling stories about you on a tee ball team. You taught me ‘bout your past, thinking your future was me. And I know it’s long gone. And there was nothing else I could do. And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to. 'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night. We’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light. Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well, yeah.
All Too Well by Taylor Swift (via sad-beautifultragic)














