Lirik Lagu The Tortured Poets Department, Kenangan Taylor Swift dengan Matty Healy

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 facking body. Nobody.

BACA JUGA:Tebak! Segini Harga Tas Selempang Taylor Swift di Coachella 2024 Bareng Travis Kelce

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

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