High Infidelity Lyrics by Taylor Swift is latest English song with music also given by Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner. High Infidelity song lyrics are written by Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner.
High Infidelity Song Detail
| Song Name: | High Infidelity |
| Singer: | Taylor Swift |
| Composer: | Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner |
| Lyrics by: | Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner |
| Music Label: | Taylor Swift |
High Infidelity Lyrics
Lock broken, slur spoken
Wound open, game token
I didn’t know you were keeping count
Rain soaking, blind hoping
You said I was freeloading
I didn’t know you were keeping count
High infidelity,
Put on your records and regret me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelity,
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Do you really wanna know
Where I was april 29th?
Do I really have to chart
The constellations in his eyes?
Storm coming, good husband
Bad omen,
Dragged my feet right down the aisle
At the house lonely, good money
I’d pay if you’d just know me
Seemed like the right thing at the time
You know there’s many different ways
That you can k!Ll the one you love
The slowest way is
Never loving them enough
Do you really wanna know
Where I was april 29th?
Do I really have to tell you
How he brought me back to life?
High infidelity,
Put on your records and regret me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelity,
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Do you really want to know
Where I was april 29th?
Do I really have to chart
The constellations in his eyes?
You know there’s many different ways
That you can k!Ll the one you love
The slowest way is
Never loving them enough
High infidelity,
Put on your records and regret meeting me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelity,
Put on your headphones and burn my city
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Oh, there’s many different ways
That you can k!Ll the one you love
And it’s never enough, it’s never enough
Lock broken, slur spoken
Wound open, game token
I didn’t know you were keeping count
Rain soaking, blind hoping
You said I was freeloading
I didn’t know you were keeping count
But, oh, you were keeping count