Taylor Swift Tis the Damn Season

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with

While I was gone I would have asked you

It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me

But if it's all the same to you

It's the same to me

So we could call it even

You could call me babe for the weekend

'Tis the damn season, write this down

I'm stayin' at my parents' house

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you in my hometown

I parkеd my car right between the Methodist

And thе school that used to be ours

The holidays linger like bad perfume

You can run, but only so far

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me

We could call it even

You could call…