The Tortured Poets Department
Taylor Swift Lyrics


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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.
Nobody.
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, 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.
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
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,
Gonna know you
Gonna troll you?

You left your typewriter at my apartment




Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
Who else decodes you?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "The Tortured Poets Department" by Taylor Swift delve into a complex and layered relationship dynamic between two individuals. The song opens with the image of a typewriter left at the singer's apartment, symbolizing a connection to the world of tortured poets and artistic expression. The singer reflects on the unspoken thoughts and emotions that linger between them, questioning the use of typewriters in a modern context but ultimately embracing the enigmatic nature of their connection.


The theme of self-sabotage and inner turmoil is introduced as the singer observes the other person navigating their own demons, symbolized by "throwing spikes down on the road." Despite the challenges and complexities, the singer acknowledges their unwavering love and understanding for this individual, having witnessed similar struggles before. The question of who else can truly decipher this person's thoughts and emotions is posed, highlighting the unique bond between them.


The chorus explores the intimacy and familiarity shared between the singer and the other person, emphasizing the irreplaceable connection they have. The references to poet Dylan Thomas and musician Patti Smith allude to artistic influences and a shared understanding of complexity and depth. The rejection of traditional romantic ideals, as symbolized by the Chelsea Hotel reference, solidifies their unconventional yet profound bond.


The final verse delves deeper into the intensity of their relationship, touching on themes of insecurity, dependence, and a mutual sense of being understood and accepted. The singer contemplates the possibility of things going awry but finds solace in the knowledge that they are seen and acknowledged by the other person. The repeated questioning of who else can hold and know them, underscored by the poignant gesture of exchanging rings, underscores the depth of their connection and the profound impact they have on each other's lives. Overall, the song captures the essence of a complex, intertwined relationship that transcends convention and embraces the beauty and chaos of love.




Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff

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@artistathlete6525

Hi Black Cockatoo. Start from the beginning.
Just go album to album, from the start.

Playback favorite songs.
Fall asleep to mellow albums (play Midnights on replay all night.)

Oh, im not certain of the order, but someone will probably correct me.

Taylor Swift, Speak Now, Fearless.
Red, 1989.
Reputation,
Lover.
Evermore, Folklore.
Midnights.
Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology.



@Minggy3611

"I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town"
"Try and catch me now, oh
It's too late"
-- white horse

"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots"
"And who's gonna hold you? Me

And who's gonna know you? Me"
-- TTPD



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@s-ge5gx

I'm just waiting for the smart swifties to decode , analyse and dissect everything so I can sit back and obsess over it all

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there's black dog and word reputation on fortnight mv...

@alanissophia9728

What I don’t get is, if this is about Matty, then he also made wedding promises?? Both him and Joe?

@hannah.mmmmmm

@@kurtamielaco2628 where does it say reputation

@YukichiChan

@@alanissophia9728 he love bombed her during their entire relationship then broke it off with her. keep in mind that tay and joe were already broken apart a few months ago

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Who agrees that this album should win album of the year??? ✋🏻

@haloruyian

Me, btw heres my cover of this song https://youtu.be/26K6hMDj_OQ?si=ysVQwSBb27bSSu8W

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Me!!

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