These lyrics from Taylor Swift’s Midnights were practically written for London students

‘Ask me what I’ve learned from all those years, ask me what I’ve learned from all those tears’

She’s done it again. Taylor Swift, the queen of pop herself, has just released her 10th studio album Midnights.

The singer described her new works as “the stories of 13 sleepless nights” scattered throughout her life. And sleepless nights are something all students can relate to – more and more so as the start-of-the-year excitement fades away into approaching deadlines.

Speaking of being relatable, here are all the Midnights lyrics that’ll strike a chord with London students.

Lavender Haze

“Meet me at midnight”

This will happen at least once during your time here: deep in the pits of an essay crisis, you text your friend to meet up in a godforsaken hour to fight off the looming dread together.

The assignment will most likely never be done until an hour or sooner before the deadline, but the camaraderie created through those midnight crying will always have a special place in your heart.


“Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé”

With London’s cost of living, you have to get creative with getting your fancy night out.

You’ll sit in your mate’s flat with the cheapest wine from Lidl, knowing you’ll wake up the next morning to sirens and empty bottles that, if you look closely, reflect your broken finances and how you just missed your 9 am seminar.

Ah, the London life.


“It’s me, hi I’m the problem, it’s me”

Three weeks into term, you’re already six weeks behind. Half of your maintenance loan has been blown on your pret subscription and the previously mentioned cheap-ass screw-top rosé.

Where did the money and time go??

Snow On The Beach

‘And it’s fine to fake it til you make it, til you do’ 

London is one of the most competitive cities in the world for academics and work, so sometimes it’s undeniably necessary to fake it til you make it (and hope that you eventually will).

Taylor is right. Listen to Taylor.

You’re on Your Own, Kid

‘The jokes weren’t funny, I took the money. My friends from home don’t know what to say.’

Term one at a London uni is over. You return home and start asking for your “baccy” and saying “rah” every two sentences. Your friends look at you like you’ve lost your mind, and maybe you have.

‘I didn’t choose this town, I dream of getting out.’

Haven’t we all wanted to leave London at some point?

Midnight Rain

‘He wanted a bride, I was making my own name’

Okay, it’s your third year. The fun and games are all over. You are 9 am-lecture-ready and smashing your keyboard for that killer thesis. He wanted a bride, but you? No, you are getting that degree, baby.


‘It was one drink after another’

Once again, relatable. The clock strikes 4 am, and you’re finally stumbling out of the club after having “only one more drink.”

Vigilante Shit

‘On my vigilante shit again’

Every single minority student fighting for equality and representation in their uni and students’ union tbh.


‘Did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve.’

You’ve pulled another all-nighter on an essay just to scrape a pass or worse – a 69. Typical.


‘Oh no, I’m falling in love again.’

Have you ever looked up after staring at a blank page in the library for 30 minutes and met eyes with someone who sent a jolt to your heart rate? Yeah, me too.

Maybe it’s the shared desire to escape, but people definitely seem more attractive in the library than outside of it.


‘Ask me what I’ve learned from all those years, ask me what I’ve learned from all those tears’

Remind me why we are at uni again? Oh right, for “world-class education” and the superiority complex that comes with living in London. 

Sweet Nothing

‘And the voices that implore, you should be doing more’

The voices have names. The names of your lecturers who’ve asked a question and were answered with deafening silence from students who didn’t bother to do their readings.


‘If you fail to plan, you plan to fail. Strategy sets the scene for the tale’

Every dissertation tutor’s advice. Trust me. You won’t get anywhere if you insist on “writing as you think.”

Feature image credit: screenshot from YouTube video

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