high infidelity lyrics | Taylor Swift Lyrics (“High Infidelity” lyrics)

“High Infidelity”

Lock broken
Slur spoken
Wound open
Game token
I didn’t know you were keeping count
Rain soaking
Blind hoping
You said I was freeloading
I didn’t know you were keeping count

High infidelity
Put on your records and regret me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelity
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

Storm coming
Good husband
Bad omen
Dragged my feet right down the aisle
At the house lonely
Good money
I’d pay, if you’d just know me
Seemed like the right thing at the time

You know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love
The slowest way is never loving them enough
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

High infidelity
Put on your records and regret me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it

High infidelity
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?
Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?
You know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love
The slowest way is never loving them enough

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High infidelity
Put on your records and regret meeting me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it

High infidelity
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it

Oh, there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love
And it’s never enough, it’s never enough

Lock broken
Slur spoken
Wound open
Game token
I didn’t know you were keeping count
Rain soaking
Blind hoping
You said I was freeloading
I didn’t know you were keeping count
But, oh, you were keeping count

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