More songs by Taylor Swift
Description
Sometimes a wild party isn't about champagne and glitter, but about surviving in a world where likes are more important than loyalty. Glamorous execution under the flash of stories: yesterday an icon, today canceled, tomorrow a legend under the hashtag “scandal.” And yet there is something charmingly honest about it. When everyone else has burned in the sun of their own audacity, only those who share your shadow remain.
In this gloomy club of survival, friendship is measured by the coincidence of scars, not filters. Here they drink whiskey with a taste of poison, laugh at devilish memes, and learn not to be good - but more cunning. After all, if you can't be a saint, you might as well be a spectacular sinner.
Lyrics and translation
Original
You thought that it would be ok, 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 girl-boss 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
I like 'em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal
Like my whiskey sour
And poison thorny flowers
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...
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
Like my whiskey sour
And poison thorny flowers
It's a good thing I like my friends 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