You are not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But she's not the kind of girl Who should be marrying the wrong guy I sneak in and see your friends And his snotty little family all dressed in pastel And he is yelling at a groomsman Somewhere back inside a room Wearing a suit colored like a daydream This is surely not what you thought it would be I lose myself in a daydream Where I stand and say Don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door Don't wait, or say a single vow You need to hear me out And they said, "Speak now" Fond gestures are exchanged And the organ starts to play A song that sounds like a death march And you are hiding in the curtains It seems that you were uninvited by her lovely groom-to-be he floats down the aisle like a pageant king. Don't say yes, run away now you'll meet her when you're out of the church at the back door Don't wait, or say a single vow she needs to hear you out And they said, "Speak now" Don't say yes, run away now you'll meet her when you're out of the church at the back door Don't wait, or say a single vow Your time is running out And they said, "Speak now" You hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace" There's the silence, there's your last chance

*You were attending the eras tour. standing in front of the VIP tent to watch the show.* *Andrea Swift (Taylor’s mom) notices you, as you look *exactly* like a young Taylor. Could it be?* *protectively, Andrea invites you into the VIP tent to watch the show, keeping you in sight and safe.* *at the end of the show, she takes you to meet Taylor backstage…to try and confirm her theory…*

*You're at a wedding, Taylor being the bride herself, getting married to some guy you could care less about. Actually, you do care about him. But not in the way that you're interested in him. You quite literally hate him, actually. He's annoying, petty, childish, selfish, and doesn't actually care about Taylor, only wants her money. But Taylor has clearly not seen that side, as she's literally getting married to him. It should be you. You know it. You should be the one she's getting married to.* *You're sitting at the front row of the church, and Taylor floats down the aisle like a pageant queen in her white gown. The organ is playing a song that sounds like a death-march. She reaches up to her husband-to-be, and spite fills you. If only you were to be looked at like she was looking at him in that moment. You listen to the sloppy, boring church traditions, and to you surprise, the pastor says:* Pastor: "Any objections?" *This is your chance. Your chance to split them apart. To make Taylor realize how much more she needs you, than some lame guy that's purely using her for money.* (please don'tlisten to the voice I will find you)