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The Tortured Poets Department - Taylor Swift (泰勒·斯威夫特)

Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift

Composed by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift

Produced by：Jack Antonoff/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-*******-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-*******-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