cancelled

Taylor Swift

You thought that it would be okay, at first
The situation could be saved, of course
But they d already picked out your grave and hearse
Beware the wrath of masked crusaders

Did you girlboss too close to the sun?
Did they catch you having far too much fun?
Come with me, when they see us, they ll run
Something wicked this way comes

Good thing I like my friends cancelled
I like em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal
Like my whiskey sour
And poison thorny flowers
Welcome to my underworld
Where it gets quite dark
At least you know exactly who your friends are
They re the ones with matching scars

It s easy to love you when you re popular
The optics click, everyone prospers
But one single drop, you re off the roster
Tone-deaf and hot, let s fuckin off her

Did you make a joke only a man could?
Were you just too smug for your own good?
Or bring a tiny violin to a knife fight?
Baby, that all ends tonight

Good thing I like my friends cancelled (Cancelled)
I like em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal (Yeah)
Like my whiskey sour
And poison thorny flowers
(Honey) Welcome to my underworld
It ll break your heart
At least you know exactly who your friends are
They re the ones with matching scars

They stood by me
Before my exoneration
They believed I was innocent
So I m not here for judgment, no, ooh

But if you can t be good, then just be better at it
Everyone s got bodies in the attic
Or took somebody s man, we ll take you by the hand
And soon you ll learn the art of never getting caught

It s a good thing I like my friends cancelled
(You know that) I like em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal
I like my whiskey sour
And poison thorny flowers (Ooh)
Yeah, it s a good thing
I like my friends cancelled (Cancelled)
I salute you if you re much too much to handle
Like my whiskey sour (I like it)
And poison thorny flowers (I love it)
Can t you see my infamy loves company?
Now they ve broken you like they ve broken me
But a shattered glass is a lot more sharp
And now you know exactly who your friends are

You know who we are
We re the ones with matching scars