متن و پخش آهنگ The Tortured Poets Department از Taylor Swift

متن کامل ترانه The Tortured Poets Department با صدای 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 know 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? (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? 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? ♪