I was wrapped up in your old cardigan imagining we were a love song by Taylor Swift
We were gonna be endgame

But it turns out we were more like a horror story from Stephen King
Starting out smooth until I could see the demon in your eyes

Love couldn’t cure the monster in you
And let you tear me to pieces

I thought maybe I could be your final girl
I’m just another victim of you’re loving cruelty.

I’ll carry the scars of us for the rest of my life
And I bet I’m nothing to you, just a faded memory of a girl you used to fuck.