I found a way to always see you,
found your singing twin, it could be true,
that every time i see Swift i think of you,
and at the end of each song how much i love you,
i'll wake every morning and immediately text
you saying good morning i hope good comes next,
for you and all the good i was supposed to have today,
i pray for it all to be sent your way,
i don't want happy, i don't want an education,
i don't want a better job, i don't want frustration,
i don't want another girl to be tauntful,
in the end, i just want you,
i don't own a white horse, but a red beamer,
not anyone else' prince, my room is cleaner,
except at nights when your face haunts too,
in the end, i'll always just want you.