Credits
SCENKONSTNÄRER
Taylor Swift
Sång
Jack Antonoff
Programmering
Annie Clark
Gitarr
Michael Riddleberger
Trummor
KOMPOSITION OCH LÅTTEXTER
Taylor Swift
Låtskrivare
Jack Antonoff
Låtskrivare
Annie Clark
Låtskrivare
PRODUKTION OCH TEKNIK
Taylor Swift
Producent
Jack Antonoff
Producent
Laura Sisk
Inspelningstekniker
John Rooney
Biträdande inspelningstekniker
Jon Sher
Biträdande inspelningstekniker
Serban Ghenea
Mixningstekniker
John Hanes
Mixningstekniker
Randy Merrill
Masteringstekniker
Lyrics
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
Bad, bad boy shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
Killing me slow, out the window
I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesn't kill me makes me want you more
And it's new, the shape of your body, it's blue
The feeling I got and it's, ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
No rules in breakable heaven but, ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer with you
Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine
I'm not dying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
Say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times
We're not trying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
So cut the headlights, summer's a knife
I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know
Oh, it's new, the shape of your body, it's blue
The feeling I got and it's, ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
No rules in breakable heaven but, ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer with you
I'm drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar, oh
Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate, oh
And I scream, for whatever it's worth
"I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"
He looks up, grinning like a devil
It's new, the shape of your body, it's blue
The feeling I got and it's, ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
No rules in breakable heaven but, ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer with you
I'm drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar, oh
Said, "I'm fine" but it wasn't true
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate, oh
And I scream, for whatever it's worth
"I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff & Annie Clark