I used to think, one day we’d tell the sto ry of us.
How we met and the sparks flew in stant ly.
Peo ple would say “They’re the luck y ones.”
I used to know my place was the spot next to you.
Now I’m search ing the room for an emp ty seat.
’Cause late ly I don’t e ven (C)know what page you’re on.
(C)Oh, a sim ple com pli (Dm)ca tion, (F)mis com mu ni (Bb)ca tions lead to (F)fall out.
(Bb)So man y things that I wish you knew.
(C)So man y walls up, I can’t break through.
Now I’m stand ing a lone in a crowd ed room and we’re not speak ing.
And I’m dy ing to know, is it kill ing you like it’s kill ing me?
Yeah.
I don’t know what to say, since a twist of (F)fate when it all broke (Bb)down.
And the (Dm)sto ry of us looks a (C)lot like a tra ge dy now.
The end.
This page shows “The Story Of Us” by Taylor Swift in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Bb at 140 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.