Talking gets us nowhere lately
And every night is feeling cheap
Your presence makes me so elated
Less every darkened thought I keep
One battle inside still is raging
Regret in this one buried deep
Still something keeps me holding on here
Whispers of a sweet relief
Dead silence in my car reminds me I'm alone
Sometimes I like it more than hiding in the crowd
The dust clouds in my bedroom make me feel at home
My mind is drowning in the thoughts I hear around... me
Hours shared with good and bad times
Aging slowly toward the end
Years will pass and we will get by
Learning tricks and starting trends
Every time our eyes meet you'll find
A younger passion still exists
Windy roads may come as we drive
But I'll be there to brace your wrist
Paper Sweaters - Taylor Lyrics
Paper Sweaters - Taylor Lyrics
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Talking gets us nowhere lately
And every night is feeling cheap
Your presence makes me so elated
Less every darkened thought I keep
One battle inside still is raging
Regret in this one buried deep
Still something keeps me holding on here
Whispers of a sweet relief
Dead silence in my car reminds me I'm alone
Sometimes I like it more than hiding in the crowd
The dust clouds in my bedroom make me feel at home
My mind is drowning in the thoughts I hear around... me
Hours shared with good and bad times
Aging slowly toward the end
Years will pass and we will get by
Learning tricks and starting trends
Every time our eyes meet you'll find
A younger passion still exists
Windy roads may come as we drive
But I'll be there to brace your wrist
And every night is feeling cheap
Your presence makes me so elated
Less every darkened thought I keep
One battle inside still is raging
Regret in this one buried deep
Still something keeps me holding on here
Whispers of a sweet relief
Dead silence in my car reminds me I'm alone
Sometimes I like it more than hiding in the crowd
The dust clouds in my bedroom make me feel at home
My mind is drowning in the thoughts I hear around... me
Hours shared with good and bad times
Aging slowly toward the end
Years will pass and we will get by
Learning tricks and starting trends
Every time our eyes meet you'll find
A younger passion still exists
Windy roads may come as we drive
But I'll be there to brace your wrist
Writer: Paper Sweaters
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