The Tortured Poets Department
 作词 : Taylor Swift/Jack Antonoff
 作曲 : Taylor Swift/Jack Antonoff
 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-****ing-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? undefined
 And who's gonna know you like me? undefined
 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? undefined
 No-****ing-body undefined
 Nobody undefined
 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?
 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? undefined
 Who's gonna hold you? undefined
 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?