Lirik dan Makna lagu The Tortured Poets Department dari Taylor Swift

This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots"

And who's gonna hold you?

Like me

(Post-Chorus)

Nobody

No-fucking-body

Nobody

(Verse 2)

You smokеd 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?)

And who's gonna know you? (Who's gonna hold you?)