Maroon
When the morning came we
Were cleaning incense off your
Vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again
Laughing with my feet in your lap
Like you were my closest friend
"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"
You say
"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw top rosé"
"That's how"
I see you every day now
And I chose you
The one I was dancing with in New York
No shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
When the silence came we
Were shaking blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
Sobbing with your head in your hands
Ain't that the way shit always ends
You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway
Carnations you had thought were roses
That's us
I feel you no matter what
The rubies that I gave up
And I lost you
The one I was dancing with in New York
No shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was (maroon)
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
So scarlet it was maroon
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fuckin' legacy, legacy
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
So scarlet it was maroon
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet it was maroon
It was maroon
It was maroon
Were cleaning incense off your
Vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again
Laughing with my feet in your lap
Like you were my closest friend
"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"
You say
"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw top rosé"
"That's how"
I see you every day now
And I chose you
The one I was dancing with in New York
No shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
When the silence came we
Were shaking blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
Sobbing with your head in your hands
Ain't that the way shit always ends
You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway
Carnations you had thought were roses
That's us
I feel you no matter what
The rubies that I gave up
And I lost you
The one I was dancing with in New York
No shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was (maroon)
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
So scarlet it was maroon
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fuckin' legacy, legacy
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
So scarlet it was maroon
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet it was maroon
It was maroon
It was maroon
Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff
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