Renegade (Pop Version)
Renegade (Pop Version)
[Aaron Dessner & Taylor Swift]
I tapped on your window on your darkest night
The shape of you was jagged and weak
There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway
And if I would’ve known how many pieces you had crumbled into
I might have let them lay
Are you really gonna talk about timin’ in times like these?
And let all your damage, damage me
And carry your baggage up my street
And make me your future history, it’s time
You’ve come a long way, open the blinds, let me see your face
You wouldn’t be the first renegade, to need somebody
Is it insensitive for me to say “Get your together so I can love you?”
Is it really your anxiety that stops you from givin’ me everything?
Or do you just not want to?
I tapped on your window on your darkest night
The shape of you was jagged and weak
There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway
You fire off missiles ’cause you hate yourself
But do you know you’re demolishin’ me?
And then you squeeze my hand as I’m about to leave
Are you really gonna talk about timin’ in times like these?
And let all your damage, damage me
And carry your baggage up my street
And make me your future history, it’s time
You’ve come a long way, open the blinds, let me see your face
You wouldn’t be the first renegade, to need somebody
Is it insensitive for me to say “Get your together so I can love you?”
Is it really your anxiety that stops you from givin’ me everything?
Or do you just not want to?
And if I would have known
How sharp the pieces were you crumbled into
I might have let them lay
Are you really gonna talk about timin’ in times like these?
And let all your damage, damage me
And carry your baggage up my street
And make me your future history, it’s time
You’ve come a long way, open the blinds, let me see your face
You wouldn’t be the first renegade, to need somebody
To need somebody, to need somebody, to need somebody, to need somebody (Are you really gonna talk about timin’ in times like these?)
(And let all your damage, damage me)
Is it insensitive for me to say “Get your together so I can love you?” (And carry your baggage up my street)
(And make me your future history, it’s time)
Is it really your anxiety that stops you from givin’ me everything? (You come a long way, open the blinds, let me see your face)
(You wouldn’t be the first renegade, to need somebody)
Or do you just not want to?