The Tortured Poets Department lyrics - Taylor Swift

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

No-fucking-body

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?)

No-fucking-body (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)

Nobody (Who's gonna hold you? Gonna love 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?

Me

Who's gonna know you?

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?