I curled against your ribcage when you were half-mad from wine
The disparity of our voices nagging at my soul
And tomorrow when we're paying off the credits of tonight
Tomorrow our bodies count out tolls
I know you're killing time by slowly miming suicide
You're more like me than you could know
I know that my ideals are projected upon your flushed and shattered flesh
Like a tragic ending... a tragic ending
Et si je regrette les choses que j'ai dites ce soir... et si j'oublie, personne ne me reppellera
I know you're killing time by feigning little suicides
Because we find escapes is the only art form our hands make
I know that my ideals are projected upon your flushed and shattered flesh
I love tragic endings...
Et si je regrette les choses que j'ai dites ce soir... et si j'oublie, personne ne me reppellera
Shake it off, shake if off
Order another round
Shake it off, shake it off
If your sorrows could drown
Shake it off, shake it off
Order another round
Shake it off, shake it off
Toss it down
Alienation breeds isolation
Mortality is in fashion
With our crowd, with our crowd
Destroying our bodies to feel alive
Oblivion crown for the weary mind
Tomorrow, on the mend... start all over again
And now you're killing time just watching months and years drift by
You were the finest once, the darling of the city
Now the sorrows swarm like flies, the girls divert their eyes
You've earned their pity, seeking their idolatry
Shake it off, shake if off
Order another round
Shake it off, shake it off
If your sorrows could drown
Shake it off, shake it off
Order another round
Shake it off, shake it off
Toss it down
Et si je regrette les choses que j'ai dites ce soir... et si tu oublies, personne ne te reppellera
I watched the way we talk in the window of the brasserie
Even in your drunken slur you utter such sweet poetry
I love tragic endings
