Lirik Lagu The Tortured Poets Department, Singel Baru dari Taylor Swift

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com – Penyanyi dan penulis lagu asal Amerika Serikat, Taylor Swift, merilis singel baru berjudul “The Tortured Poets Department”.

Singel baru bergenre pop tersebut dirilis pada 2024 melalui label rekaman Republic Records.

“The Tortured Poets Department” muncul dalam album studionya yang bertajuk THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT.

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Berikut ini lirik lagu “The Tortured Poets Department” dari Taylor Swift:

[Intro]
(Ooh)

[Verse 1]
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?

[Chorus]
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'r? modern idiots"
And who's gonna hold you like me?

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody

[Verse 2]
You smok?d, 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

[Chorus]
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?)

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody
(Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
No-fucking-body
(Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna hold you?)
Nobody
[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Post-Chorus]
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 hold you?
[Outro]
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
Who else decodes you? (Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)