The Tortured Poets Department

Album: The Tortured Poets Department (2024)
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  • You left your typewriter at my apartment
    Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
    I think some things I never say
    Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"
    But you're in self-sabotage mode
    Throwing spikes down on the road
    But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
    Who else decodes you?

    And who's gonna hold you like me?
    And who's gonna know you, if not me?
    I laughed in your face and said
    "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
    This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
    And who's gonna hold you like me?

    Nobody
    Nobody
    Nobody

    You smoked, then ate seven bars of chocolate
    We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
    I scratch your head, you fall asleep
    Like a tattooed golden retriever
    But you awaken with dread
    Pounding nails in your head
    But I've read this one where you come undone
    I chose this cyclone with you

    And who's gonna hold you like me?
    (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
    And who's gonna know you like me?
    (Who's gonna know you?)
    I laughed in your face and said
    "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
    This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
    And who's gonna hold you like me?
    (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)

    Nobody
    (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
    Nobody
    (Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)
    Nobody

    Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
    But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
    And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
    Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
    'Cause we're crazy
    So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
    At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
    And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
    And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding

    Who's gonna hold you? (Who?)
    Me
    Who's gonna know you? (Who?)
    Me
    And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
    This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots
    Who's gonna hold you?

    Who's gonna hold you?
    Who's gonna hold you?
    Who's gonna hold you?
    Who's gonna hold you?
    Who's gonna hold you?
    Who's gonna hold you?
    Who's gonna hold you?
    Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?

    You left your typewriter at my apartment
    Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
    Who else decodes you? Writer/s: Jack Michael Antonoff, Taylor Swift
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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