Big Red Machine Feat. Taylor Swift – Renegade Lyrics

I tapped on your window on your darkest night
The shape of you was jagged, and weak
There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway
And if I would’ve known how many pieces you had crumbled into
I might have let them lay

Are you really gonna talk about timin’, in times like these?
And let all your damage, damage me?
And carry your baggage up my street?
And make me your future history? It’s time
You’ve come a long way
Open the blinds, let me see your face
You wouldn’t be the first renegade to need somebody

Is it insensitive for me to say
“Get your shit together, so I can love you?”
Is it really your anxiety that stops you from givin’ me everythin’
Or do you just not want to?

I tapped on your window on your darkest night
The shape of you was jagged, and weak
There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway
You fire off missiles ’cause you hate yourself
But do you know you’re demolishin’ me?
And then you squeeze my hand as I’m about to leave

Are you really gonna talk about timin’, in times like these?
And let all your damage, damage me?
And carry your baggage up my street?
And make me your future history? It’s time
You’ve come a long way
Open the blinds, let me see your face
You wouldn’t be the first renegade to need somebody

Is it insensitive for me to say
“Get your shit together, so I can love you?”
Is it really your anxiety that stops you from givin’ me everythin’
Or do you just not want to?

And if I would have known
How sharp the pieces were you crumbled into
I might have let them lay

Are you really gonna talk about timin’, in times like these?
And let all your damage, damage me?
And carry your baggage up my street?
And make me your future history? It’s time
You’ve come a long way
Open the blinds, let me see your face
You wouldn’t be the first renegade to need somebody
To need somebody, to need somebody

To need somebody, to need
(Are you really gonna talk about timin’, in times like these?)
Is it insensitive for me to say (And let all your damage, damage me?)
“Get your shit together” (And carry your baggage up my street?)
So I can love you?” (And make me your future history? It’s time)
Is it really your anxiety that stops me from (You’ve come a long way, open the blinds, let me see your face)
Givin’ me everythin’, or do you not just want to? (You wouldn’t be the first renegade to need somebody)