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?
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.
Nofuckinbody.
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 like 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?
Nofuckinbody.
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
Because 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?
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff
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