the tortured poets department (slowed + reverb)

作曲：Taylor Swift

You left your typewriter in my apartment

Straight from the tortured poet's 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 still love the show

Who else ** calls 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 patty smith

This ain't the chelsea hotel

We're modern idiots

And who's gonna hold you like me

Nobody

No ** body

Nobody

You smoke and eight seven bars of chocolate

We declare charlie pooh should be a bigger artist

I scratch your head you fall asleep

Like a tattoo golden retriever

But you awaken with dread pounding nails in your head

But I've read this one way come undone

I chose this cyclone with you

And who's gonna hold you like me

Who's gonna hold you

And who's gonna know you if not me

I laughed in your face and said

You're not dylan thomas

I'm not paddy smith

This ain't the chelsea hotel

We're modern idiots

And who's gonna hold you like me

Who's gonna hold ** body

Who's gonna hold

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 love 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 have come to

My heart exploding

Who's gonna hold you hold me

Who's gonna know you know me

And you're not dylan thomas

I'm not patty 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

You left your typewriter in my apartment

Straight from the torture poets department

Who else decodes you