Sycamore lyrics
by Taylor Swift
After everything
Would you still meet me at the sycamore?
Where we kept each other enticed
When nothing was a bore
He’s leaving with freedom
Letting him go
And the hardest thing to do was free him
I would leave
But I self sabotaged my limbs
Remaining hindered
With glacial grand winters
Only thing keeping me company
Is memories of him and his solemn hymns