Cruel Summer Lyrics – Taylor Swift

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night

You know that I caught it (Oh yeah, you’re right, I want it)

Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it (Oh yeah, you’re right, I want it)

Killing me slow, out the window

I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more

And it’s new, the shape of your body

It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got

And it’s ooh, whoa oh

It’s a cruel summer

It’s cool, that’s what I tell ’em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It’s a cruel summer

With you

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine

I’m not dying (Oh yeah, you’re right, I want it)

We say that we’ll just screw it up in these trying times

We’re not trying (Oh yeah, you’re right, I want it)

So cut the headlights, summer’s a knife

I’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

And if I bleed, you’ll be the last to know

Oh, it’s new, the shape of your body

It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got

And it’s ooh, whoa oh

It’s a cruel summer

It’s cool, that’s what I tell ’em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It’s a cruel summer

With you

I’m drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh)

Said, “I’m fine,” but it wasn’t true

I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (Oh)

And I scream, “For whatever it’s worth

I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

He looks up, grinning like a devil

And it’s new, the shape of your body

It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got

And it’s ooh, whoa oh

It’s a cruel summer

It’s cool, that’s what I tell ’em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It’s a cruel summer

With you

I’m drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh)

Said, “I’m fine,” but it wasn’t true

I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (Oh)

And I scream, “For whatever it’s worth

I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Song:                                              Cruel Summer
Album:                                           Lover
Written By:                                   St. Vincent, Jack Antonoff & Taylor Swift
Guitar:                                           John Hanes
Mix Engineer:                               John Hanes
Mixer:                                            Serban Ghenea
Assistant Recording Engineer:   Jon Sher & John Rooney