Taylor Swift lyrics - The Tortured Poets Department
The Tortured Poets Department by 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 yo...