I used to think one day I'd tell the story of us, how we met and the sparks fly instantly  and people would think they're the lucky ones = Locked up in your arms and our friends were laughing cause nothing like this, ever happen to them = I keep going with our old friends just to ask them how you are ( i can still feel your arms ). 






Esto de analizar a Taylor, de que sus canciones me identifiquen tanto y que encima descubra que son todas para Joe trauma.