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taylor swift - the tortured poets department / maroon lyrics

[part i: the tortured poets department]

[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 loved 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?

[post+chorus]
n0body
no+f+cking+body
n0body

[part ii: maroon]
[verse 1]
whеn the morning came
we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
’cause we lost track of time again
laughing with my feet in your lap
like you were my closest friend
“how’d we end up on the floor, anyway?” you say
“your roommate’s cheap+ass screw+top rosé, that’s how”
i see you every day now

[chorus]
and i chose you
the one i was dancing with
in new york, no shoes
looked up at the sky and it was
the burgundy on my t+shirt
when you splashed your wine into me
and how the blood rushed into my cheeks
so scarlet, it was
the mark they saw on my collarbone
the rust that grew between telephones
+ lips i used to call home
so scarlet, it was maroon
maroon

[part iii: the tortured poets department]
[bridge]
sometimes, i wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me
but you told lucy you’d k!ll 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

[part iv: maroon]

[bridge]
and i wake with your memory over me
that’s a real f+cking legacy, legacy
and i wake with your memory over me
that’s a real f+cking legacy to leave

[spoken word]
okay, i wanna do this one more time on this tour, one last time to get to sing together

[chorus]
the burgundy on my t+shirt
when you splashed your wine into me
and how the blood rushed into my cheeks
so scarlet, it was maroon
the mark they saw on my collarbone
the rust that grew between telephones
the lips i used to call home
so scarlet, it was maroon

- taylor swift lyrics

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