Taylor Swift The Tortured Poets Department Lyrics

The Tortured Poets Department
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The Tortured Poets Department
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“The Tortured Poets Department” emerges as a haunting melody woven with lyrical tapestries that delve into the depths of human emotion. This enigmatic composition serves as a portal into the realm of introspection, where the complexities of existence are laid bare through poignant verses and melancholic harmonies. With each note, the song beckons listeners to embark on a journey of self-discovery, exploring the intricacies of love, loss, and the eternal quest for meaning. In the ethereal landscape painted by “The Tortured Poets Department,” raw vulnerability intertwines with a sense of profound introspection, offering solace to weary souls and companionship to those who wander through the labyrinth of their own thoughts and feelings.

Song Title	The Tortured Poets Department
Singer(s)	Taylor Swift
Musician(s)	Jack Antonoff & Taylor Swift
Release Date	Apr. 19, 2024
Prod By	Jack Antonoff & Taylor Swift
Lyricist(s)	Jack Antonoff & Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift The Tortured Poets Department Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh)

[Verse 1]
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 love the show
Who else decodes you?

[Chorus]
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’rе modern idiots”
And who’s gonna hold you like me?

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody
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[Verse 2]
You smokеd, 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

[Chorus]
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?)

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody
(Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
No-fucking-body
(Who’s gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Control you?)
Nobody
[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Post-Chorus]
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 control you?
[Outro]
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
Who else decodes you? (Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)