Lyrics The Tortured Poets Department - 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 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?

No, 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 hold 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
Because 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'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? Who, ooh?
Who, ooh?
Who, ooh?