The Tortured Poets Department

You left your typewriter at my apartment Straight from the tortured poets department I think some things I'll 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 going to hold you like me? And who's going to love 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 Who's going to hold you like me? Nobody No fucking body Nobody You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate We declared Charli Puth should be a bigger artist I scratch your head you fall asleep Like a tattooed golden retriever But you awaken with dread Counting nails in your head But I've left this one Where you come undone I chose this cyclone with you And who's going to hold you like me? And who's going to love you like 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 Who's going to hold you like me? Nobody Nobody Nobody Sometimes I wonder if you're going to screw this up with me But you tell Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave And I had said that to Jack about you so I felt seen Every we know understands why it's meant to be 'Cause we're crazy So tell me, who else is going to love 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 going to hold you? Me Who's going to 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 going to hold you? Who's going to hold you? Who's going to hold you? Who's going to hold you? Who's going to hold you? Who's going to hold you? Who's going to hold you? Who's going to hold you? Who's going to hold you? Who's going to hold you? You left your typewriter at my apartment Straight from the tortured poets department Who else decodes you like me?

charlie puth is kicking his feet with happiness right now

Ten years from now, when a new fan discovers this song, I hope they stumble upon this comment and feel the same magic we felt today

To whoever is listening to this song now, wherever you are.... Sending you love, peace, healing and all good wishes. May your life be good⭐❤

YOU GUYS WE’RE ALL EXPERIENCING THIS TOGETHER

For those who do not know: Dylan Thomas is a famous Welsh writer and poet born in 1914 and died in 1953. Patti Smith is also a literary phenomenon - simultaneously a poet, songwriter, painter, singer and author all at once - born in 1947. She is still an active writer to this day. The Chelsea Hotel is a famous hotel located in Manhattan. The line, “you’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith, this ain’t the Chelsea Hotel” not only tells us that they’re not that talented, it also means that they’re trying not to be the kind of songwriters who let their tortured traits crucial to their work, and in turn, let everyone see their true self.

Charlie do be giggling and being the happiest human being alive RN🤚🤚🤚!!!!!😊

Taylor is so efficient and productive, producing an album while touring airing the world, and most importantly, falling in love all above😂

Suburban legend + the archer + dress + mastermind = the tortured poets department 😭🫂

I HEREBY DECLARE MYSELF A MEMBER OF THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TAYLOR.

I love how the background sounds kinda like 80s music

Living while this album was released is such an honor

MY FIRST ALBUM RELEASE (thank you eras tour for pulling me back to Taylor Swift and turning me into a hard-core swiftie. I will never forget these memories)

She might as well have called the album The Matty Healy Department. I like the songs and I like the muse too.

Taylor actually switched my life around when I was at my lowest thank you so much Taylor

Charlie be blushing, giggling, and punching the air rn

"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" Taylorrrrrrr 😭😭

Beautiful voice and amazing storytelling!

This is midnights lightly stroking 1989's hair while being caught in a big hug with folklore, with red and lover sitting on a bench smiling at them and sending their energies out

[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'rе modern idiots" And who's gonna hold you? Like me No, 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?) Like 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 (Who's gonna hold you?) No, nobody (Who's gonna hold you?) No-fucking-body (Who's gonna hold you?) Nobody (Who's gonna hold you?) [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 Because we're crazy So tell me who else is gonna love you? Like 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? 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? 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?