Oh, here we go again.
The voices in his head
Called the rain to end
our days of wild
The sickest army doll
Purchased at the mall
Rivulets descend my plastic smile
But you should’ve seen him
When he first got me
My boy only breaks his favorite toys
I’m queen of sand castles he destroys
Cause it fit too right
Puzzle pieces in the dead of night
Should’ve known it was
a matter of time
Oh, my boy only breaks
his favorite toys
There was a litany of reasons why
We could’ve played for
keeps this time
I know I’m just repeating myself
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.
Nofuckinbody.
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 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?
Nofuckinbody.
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.
I was supposed to be sent away
But they forgot to
come and get me
I was a functioning alcoholic
Til nobody noticed
my new aesthetic
All of this to say
I hope you’re okay
But you’re the reason
And no one here’s to blame
But what about your
quiet treason?
And for a fortnight there
We were forever
Run into you sometimes
Ask about the weather
Now you’re in my backyard
Turned into good neighbors
Your wife waters flowers
I want to kill her.
All my mornings are Mondays
Stuck in an endless February
I took the miracle move-on drug
The effects were temporary
And I love you
It’s ruining my life
(I love you, it’s ruining my life)
I touched you
For only a fortnight
(I touched you)
But I touched you
Chorus
And for a fortnight there
We were together
Run into you sometimes
Comment on my sweater
Now you’re at the mailbox
Turned into good neighbors
My husband is cheating
I want to kill him.
I love you, it’s ruining my life
(I love you, it’s ruining my life)
I touched you for only a fortnight
(I touched you)
I touched you
I love you
It’s ruining my life
(I love you, it’s ruining my life)
I touched you for only a fortnight
(I touched you)
I touched you
Thought of calling ya
But you won’t pick up
Another fortnight lost in America
Move to Florida
Buy the car you want
But it won’t start up
Til you touch, touch, touch me
Thought of calling ya
But you won’t pick up
Another fortnight lost in America
Move to Florida
Buy the car you want
But it won’t start up
Til I touch, touch, touch you
Written By Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff, Austin Post
Director: Taylor Swift
Director of Photography: Rodrigo Prieto
Producer: Jil Hardin
Editor: Chancler Haynes
Production Designer: Ethan Tobman
1st AD: Anthony Dimino
Visual Effects: Parliament
Production Companies: Taylor Swift Productions & Object & Animal