The Manuscript Songtext
von Taylor Swift

Now and then she re-reads the manuscript
Of the entire torrid affair
They compared their licenses
He said "I′m not a donor but
I'd give you my heart if you needed it."
She rolled her eyes and said "you′re a professional"
He said 'No, just a Good Samaritan'
He said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was
Soon they′d be pushing strollers
But soon it was over.


In the age of him she wished she was thirty
And made coffee every morning in a French press
Afterward she only ate kids′ cereal
And couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother′s bed
Then she dated boys who were her own age
With dartboards on the backs of their doors
She thought about how he said
Since she was so wise beyond her years,
Everything had been above board
She wasn't sure.

And the years passed like scenes of a show
The professor said to write what you know
Looking backwards might be the only way
to move forward
Then the actors were hitting their marks
And the slow dance was alight with the sparks
And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score
And at last
She knew what the agony had been for.

The only thing that′s left is the manuscript
One last souvenir from my trip to your shores
Now and then I re-read the manuscript
But the story isn't mine anymore.