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The Tortured Poets Department – Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift

The Tortured Poets Department lyrics

Language
English
Level
Intermediate
Released
2024
Genre
Pop
Length
4:54
  1. You left your typewriter at my apartment

  2. Straight from the Tortured Poets Department

  3. I think some things I never say

  4. Like "Who uses typewriters anyway?"

  5. But you're in self-sabotage mode

  6. Throwing spikes down on the road

  7. But I've seen this episode

  8. And still loved the show

  9. Who else decodes you?

  10. And who's gonna hold you like me?

  11. And who's gonna know you, if not me?

  12. I laughed in your face and said,

  13. "You're not Dylan Thomas.

  14. I'm not Patti Smith.

  15. This ain't the Chelsea Hotel.

  16. We're modern idiots."

  17. And who's gonna hold you like me?

  18. Nobody.

  19. Nobody.

  20. Nobody.

  21. You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate

  22. We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist

  23. I scratch your head, you fall asleep

  24. Like a tattooed Golden Retriever

  25. But you awaken with dread

  26. Pounding nails in your head

  27. But I've read this one

  28. Where you come undone

  29. I chose this cyclone with you.

  30. And who's gonna hold you like me?

  31. And who's gonna know you, if not me?

  32. I laughed in your face and said,

  33. "You're not Dylan Thomas.

  34. I'm not Patti Smith.

  35. This ain't the Chelsea Hotel.

  36. We're modern idiots."

  37. And who's gonna hold you like me?

  38. Nobody.

  39. Nobody.

  40. Nobody.

  41. Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me

  42. But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave

  43. And I had said that to Jack about you so I felt seen

  44. Everyone we know understands

  45. Why it's meant to be

  46. Cause we're ... Crazy.

  47. So tell me

  48. Who else is gonna know me?

  49. At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one

  50. People put wedding rings on

  51. And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding

  52. Who's gonna hold you?

  53. Me.

  54. Who's gonna know you?

  55. Me.

  56. "And you're not Dylan Thomas

  57. I'm not Patti Smith

  58. This ain't the Chelsea Hotel.

  59. We're two idiots."

  60. Who's gonna hold you?

  61. Who's gonna hold you,

  62. Gonna know you

  63. Gonna troll you?

  64. You left your typewriter at my apartment

  65. Straight from the Tortured Poets Department

  66. Who else decodes you?

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About this song

Taylor Swift is an American singer-songwriter who works in country and pop, known for albums and songwriting that blend autobiographical details with wide-ranging pop production and narrative storytelling. She is recognized for her major crossover from Nashville country to mainstream pop, including landmark releases like Red and 1989, and for the global Eras Tour.

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🇺🇸 Taylor Swift

The Tortured Poets Department

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?

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.

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,

Gonna know you

Gonna troll you?

You left your typewriter at my apartment

Straight from the Tortured Poets Department

Who else decodes you?

The Tortured Poets Department

🇺🇸 Taylor Swift
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