Lirik Lagu The Tortured Poets Departement Yang Dinyanyikan Taylor Swift 

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 undoneI chose this cyclone with you

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"