(I remember)

Good girl, sad boy, big city, wrong choices
We had one thing going on
I swear that it was something 'cause I don't remember who I was
Before you painted all my nights a color I've searched for since

But one thing after another, lost in
Situations, circumstances, miscommunications
And I have to say, by the way
I just may like some explanations

Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?
And every single one of your friends was making fun of you
But fifteen seconds later they were clapping, too?
Then, what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? (Oh)
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight? (Oh)
When she said it was too much
Do you wish you could still touch her?
It's just a question

Half-moon eyes, bad surprise, did you realize?
Out of time, she was on your mind
With some dickhead guy that you saw that night
But you were on something

It was one drink after another, caught in politics and gender-roles
And you're not sure and I don't know got swept away in the gray
I just may like to have a conversation

Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?
And every single one of your friends was making fun of you
But fifteen seconds later they were clapping, too?
Then, what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? (Oh)
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight? (Oh)
When she said it was too much
Do you wish you could still touch her?
It's just a question

Does it feel like everything's just like second-best after that meteor strike?
And what's that, that I heard, that you're still with her?
That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable
And right, but tonight

Can I ask you a question? (Can I ask you a question?)
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? (In a crowded room)
And every single one of your friends was making fun of you? (Making fun of you)
But fifteen seconds later they were clapping, too?
Then what did you do? (Do)

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? (Oh)
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight? (Oh, more of a fight)
When she said it was too much
Do you wish you could still touch her?
It's just a question Writer/s: Jack Michael Antonoff, Taylor Alison Swift
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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