Please release me
Relieve me and believe me
Maybe you can redeem me
Say the things left unsaid
It’s not all in my head
Tell me the truth, tell me you think about me
Or, baby, you can forget about me
I know that you want me
Know that you wanna hold me
Know that you wanna show me
Know that you wanna know me
Well do something and do it quick
Not much more I can stand of this
Say the things left unsaid
Don’t act like it’s all in my head
Tell me the truth, tell me if you think about me
Or, baby, can you forget about me?
Please, please, don’t forget about me
Please, please, don’t forget about me
YOUNG STARS
A curse, a cross
Costing me all costs
Knotting me up in all of your knots
An ache, a prayer
Worn from wear
Daring what you do not dare
I believe you can break me
But I’m saved for the one who saved me
We only look like young stars
Because you can’t see old scars
Tender in the places you touch
I’d offer you everything but I don’t have much
Tell you the truth just to watch you blush
You can’t handle the hit so I hold the punch
I believe you can break me
But I’m saved for the one who saved me
We only look like young stars
Because you can’t see old scars
You won’t give me a reason to wait
And I’m starting to feel a little proud
I’m searching for somebody lost
When you’ve already been found
You’re waiting for the right mistake
But I’m not coming around
You’re waiting for a quiet day
But the world is just too loud
I believe you can break me
But I’m saved for the one who saved me
We only look like young stars
Because you can’t see old scars
REGRET ME
When you look in the mirror
Take stock of your soul
And when you hear my voice, remember
You ruined me whole
Don’t you dare sleep easy
And leave the sleepless nights to me
Let the world weigh you down
And, baby, when you think of me
I hope it ruins rock ’n’ roll
Regret me
Regretfully
When you look at her
Take stock of what you took from me
And when you see a ghost in the distance
Know I’m hanging over everything
Don’t you dare sleep easy
And leave the sleepless nights to me
Let the world weigh you down
And, baby, when you think of me
I hope it ruins rock ’n’ roll
Regret me
Regretfully
Regret me
Regretfully
Don’t you dare rest easy
And leave the rest of it to me
I want you to feel heavy
Regret me
Regret setting me free
Regret me
I won’t go easily
Regret it
Regret saying no
Regret it
Regret letting me go
One day, you’ll regret it
I’ll make sure of it before I go
MIDNIGHTS
Don’t remember many midnights
Forgotten some of my best insights
Can’t recall some of the highest heights
But I’ve memorized you
Don’t remember many daybreaks
How many sunrises have come as I lay awake
Don’t dwell on my worst mistakes
But I always think of you
You’re the thing that’s crystal clear
The only thing that I hold dear
I live and die by if you’re near
All other memories disappear
Without you
Without you
Don’t remember how I was then
Can’t keep straight where I was when
What is my name, where have I been
Where did I start, where does it end
The only thing that I hold dear
I live and die by if you’re near
All other memories disappear
Without you
Without you
Don’t remember who I used to be
Can’t recall who has hurt me
Forget the pain so suddenly
Once I’m with you
You’re the thing that’s crystal clear
The only thing that I hold dear
I live and die by if you’re near
All other memories disappear
Without you
Without you
A HOPE LIKE YOU
I’m easy talk and cheap goodbyes
Second-rate in a first-class disguise
My heart sleeps soundly, don’t wake it
A hope like you could break it
I’m lost deep in crimes and vice
Can’t get to the table to grab the dice
My heart is weak, I can’t take it
A hope like you could break it
It doesn’t matter how hard I try
Can’t earn some things no matter why
My heart knows we’d never make it
A hope like you could break it
People say love changes you
As if change and love are easy to do
My heart is calling and I can’t shake it
But a hope like you could break it
Some things end before they start
The moment they form, they fall apart
My heart wants so badly just to say it
But a hope like you could break it
Told myself this story a thousand times
Can’t seem to break the wants free from my mind
So much of my world goes unnamed
Some people can’t be tamed
But maybe I should stake my claim
Maybe I should claim my stake
I’ve heard some hopes are worth the break
Yeah, maybe I should stake my claim
Maybe I should claim my stake
On the chance the hope is worth the break
AURORA
When the seas are breaking
And the sails are shaking
When the captain’s praying
Here comes Aurora
Aurora, Aurora
When the lightning is cracking
And thunder is clapping
When the mothers are gasping
Here comes Aurora
Aurora, Aurora
When the wind is racing
And the storm is chasing
When even the preachers are pacing
Here comes Aurora
Aurora, Aurora
When I was drowning
Three sheets and counting
The skies cleared
And you appeared
And I said, “Here is my Aurora”
Aurora, Aurora
To Bernard and Sally Hanes, an honest love story if ever there was one
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book would not exist without the enthusiasm of my agent, Theresa Park. Theresa, your excitement about this concept is what made this book a reality for me. I’m honored to have you steering my career, and I’m stunned at the results. Thank you for encouraging me to take risks and shoot for the moon.
To Emily Sweet, Andrea Mai, Abigail Koons, Alexandra Greene, Blair Wilson, Peter Knapp, Vanessa Martinez, Emily Clagett: Not only do you all handle your jobs with integrity and unmatched skill, but you are like the cast of Friends in that I can never decide which of you is my favorite. My favorite is all of you. I am truly humbled at how much you all have my back.
Sylvie Rabineau, thank you for loving Stevie Nicks the way I do and for handling the chaos that was Daisy Jones with grace and joy.
Brad Mendelsohn, thank you for being the person with all of the answers. I wish you knew how many times “Maybe we should ask Brad” is said in my house. You are my Jerry Maguire—and I’m talking the real end-of-the-movie, tears-in-my-eyes, pointing-at-you-with-all-of-my-heart kind of Jerry Maguire.
To my new friends at Ballantine, I am so honored and excited to be a part of this team. To my editor, Jennifer Hershey: from our first conversation I could tell that you would push me to be a better writer, and you have proven me right. I hope you understand the profound gratitude I have for how much more nuanced and honest this book is because of you. You approach every step with thoughtfulness and openness—and the results have been extraordinary. Nowhere else is that more apparent than in the art. So I must extend a huge thank-you to Paolo Pepe for such a fantastic approach to the art of this book. And Erin Kane, thank you for keeping it all straight. To Kara Welsh, your passion for this story has made all the difference. I immediately felt at home at Ballantine thanks to you. To Kim Hovey, Susan Corcoran, Kristin Fassler, Jennifer Garza, Quinne Rogers, Allyson Lord, and the rest of the marketing and publicity teams, I have been so happy to put this book in the hands of people with this much talent, drive, and enthusiasm.
I was able to write this book because of the people who have helped me throughout my career. Sarah Cantin, Greer Hendricks, and the great people at Atria Books, as well as the readers and bloggers who supported my other work. Thank you.
Crystal Patriarche, I don’t know how you do it but you just keep doing it. Thank you and the whole BookSparks team.
More so than any other book I’ve written before, Daisy Jones & The Six required a village. For one, I needed my brother, Jake, to help me learn how to have good taste in music. So thank you, Bear, for fixing me.
And I needed someone to take care of my daughter. As fortunate as I am to do what I love, it requires the work of others to give me time to do it. I must acknowledge the efforts of our nanny, Rina, for taking such wonderful care of our baby girl while my husband and I are working. And I want to extend a huge, never-ending thank-you to my in-laws for watching Lilah on such a regular basis and often on short notice. I know that when she is with you all, she is having the time of her life. Maria, thank you. Warren, we are so lucky to have you. Rose, you make it all possible, time and again. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
To Alex: It was hard to know where to acknowledge you because you have your hand in every aspect of this story. You came up with the idea with me, taught me about music theory, listened to Rumours with me, fought about Lindsey Buckingham and Christine McVie with me, gave up a job to be home more, became the primary parent, and read the book approximately nine million times. And most of all, you make it easy to write about devotion. When I write about love, I write about you. We’re ten years into this party and I’m still mad for you.
And lastly, the pièce de résistance of my world, Lilah Reid. You have changed me in ways that I am truly grateful for, my tiny captain—and this book and the heart and soul within it is a testament to how I feel about being your mother. There are so very many ways to be in this world and sometimes I think I’m writing just so I can show you some of them. No matter what, I’m going to make sure you keep that feisty, opinionated, curious, offers-everyone-her-Cheerios heart you have going on right now because you are one in a million.
BY TAYLOR JENKINS REID
Daisy Jones & The Six
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
One True Loves
Maybe in Another Life
After I Do
Forever, Interrupted
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
TAYLOR JENKINS REID is the author of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, One True Loves, Maybe in Another Life, After I Do, and Forever, Interrupted. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, their daughter, and their dog.
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