THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

  1. 1. Fortnight (feat Post Malone)
  2. 2. The Tortured Poets Department
  3. 3. My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
  4. 4. Down Bad
  5. 5. So Long, London
  6. 6. But Daddy I Love Him
  7. 7. Fresh Out The Slammer
  8. 8. Florida!!! (feat Florence + The Machine)
  9. 9. Guilty as Sin?
  10. 10. Who’s Afraid of attle Old Me?
  11. 11. I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
  12. 12. loml
  13. 13. I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
  14. 14. The Smallest Man Who Ever aved
  15. 15. The Alchemy
  16. 16. Clara Bow
  17. 17. Fortnight (Acoustic Version)

1. Fortnight (feat Post Malone)

Written by Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff and Austin Post

 

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

Fortnight (feat Post Malone) Written by Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff and Austin Post © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Ducky Donath Music (BMI), Posty Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Post Malone Vocal Production by Louis Bell Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher, Jack Manning and Lauren Marquez Sean Hutchinson’s performance recorded by Sean Hutchinson and Michael Riddleberger at Hutchinson Sound (Brooklyn, NY) Post Malone’s performance recorded by Louis Bell at Electric Feel Studio (Los Angeles, CA) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Drums, M1, Percussion, Juno, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Programming by Jack Antonoff Drums by Sean Hutchinson Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift and Post Malone   Post Malone appears courtesy of Mercury/Republic Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.

2. The Tortured Poets Department

Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff

 

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.

“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,

Gonna know you

Gonna troll you?

 

You left your typewriter at my apartment

Straight from the Tortured Poets Department

Who else decodes you?

The Tortured Poets Department Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Ducky Donath Music (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher and Jack Manning Michael Riddleberger’s performance recorded by Sean Hutchinson and Michael Riddleberger at Hutchinson Sound (Brooklyn, NY) Mikey Freedom Hart’s performance recorded by Mikey Freedom Hart and David Hart and Big Mercy Sound (Brooklyn, NY) Evan Smith’s performance recorded by Evan Smith at Pleasure Hill Recording (Portland, Maine) Zem Audu’s performance recorded by Zem Audu at Audu Music Studio (Brooklyn, NY) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Programming, Juno, Pocket Piano, Cello, M1, Background Vocals by Jack Antonoff Bass, Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Piano, B3 Organ by Mikey Freedom Hart Drums by Michael Riddleberger Synths by Evan Smith and Zem Audu Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

3. My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Written by Taylor Swift

 

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

Put me back on my shelf

But first – Pull the string

And I’ll tell you that he runs

Because he loves me.

Cause you should’ve seen him

When he first saw me.

 

My boy only breaks his favorite toys

I’m queen of sand castles he destroys

Cause I knew too much

There was danger in the heat of my touch

He saw forever so he smashed it up

Oh, my boy only breaks his favorite toys

 

Once I fix me, he’s gonna miss me

Once I fix me, he’s gonna miss me

 

Just say when, I’d play again

He was my best friend

Down at the sandlot

I felt more when we played pretend

Than with all the Kens

Cause he took me out of my box

Stole my tortured heart

Left all these broken parts

Told me I’m better off

But I’m not

I’m not

I’m not.

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys Written by Taylor Swift © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher and Jack Manning Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Drums, Electric Guitars, Programming, Juno, M1, Bass, Moog by Jack Antonoff Lead Vocals and Piano by Taylor Swift

4. Down Bad

Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff

 

Did you really beam me up?

In a cloud of sparkling dust

Just to do experiments on

Tell me I was the chosen one

Show me that this world is bigger than us

Then sent me back where I came from

For a moment I knew cosmic love

 

Now I’m down bad crying at the gym

Everything comes out teenage petulance

“Fuck it if I can’t have him”

“I might just die, it would make no difference.”

Down bad, waking up in blood

Staring at the sky, come back and pick me up

Fuck it if I can’t have us.

I might just not get up

I might stay down bad

 

Fuck it if I can’t have him

Down bad

Fuck it if I can’t have him

 

Did you take all my old clothes?

Just to leave me here naked and alone

In a field in my same old town

That somehow seems so hollow now

They’ll say I’m nuts if I talk about the existence of you

For a moment I was heaven struck

 

[Chorus]

Like I lost my twin

Fuck it if I can’t have him

Down bad

Down bad

Waving at the ship

Fuck it if I can’t have him

 

I loved your hostile takeovers

Encounters closer and closer

All your indecent exposures

How dare you say that it’s –

I’ll build you a fort on some planet

Where they can all understand it

How dare you think it’s romantic

Leaving me safe and stranded

Cause fuck it, I was in love

So fuck you if I can’t have us.

Cause fuck it, I was in love

 

[Chorus]

Like I lost my twin

Fuck it if I can’t have him

Down bad

Down bad

Waving at the ship

Fuck it if I can’t have him

 

Like I lost my twin

Fuck it if I can’t have him

Down bad

Waving at the ship

Fuck it if I can’t have him

Down Bad Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Ducky Donath Music (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs and Jack Manning at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher and Jack Manning Sean Hutchinson’s performance recorded by Sean Hutchinson and Michael Riddleberger at Hutchinson Sound (Brooklyn, NY) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Drums, Programming, Percussion, Moog, Juno, Mellotron, Piano, M1 by Jack Antonoff DX7, Mellotron, M1 by Mikey Freedom Hart Percussion by Sean Hutchinson Saxophones by Evan Smith and Zem Audu Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

5. So Long, London

Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner

 

I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist

I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift

Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away

My spine split from carrying us up the hill

Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill

I stopped trying to make him laugh

Stopped trying to drill the safe

Thinkin, how much sad did you think I had

Did you think I had in me?

Oh, the tragedy …

 

So long, London

You’ll find someone …

 

I didn’t opt in to be your odd man out

I founded the club she’s heard great things about

I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath

I stopped CPR, after all it’s no use

The spirit was gone, we would never come to

And I’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

 

For so long, London

Stitches undone

Two graves, one gun

I’ll find someone …

 

And you say I abandoned the ship

But I was going down with it

My white knuckle dying grip

Holding tight to your quiet resentment and

My friends said it isn’t right to be scared

Every day of a love affair

Every breath feels like rarest air

When you’re not sure if he wants to be there

So how much sad did you think I had,

Did you think I had in me?

How much tragedy?

Just how low did you think I’d go?

Before I’d self-implode

Before I’d have to go be free

 

You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?

I died on the altar waiting for the proof

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

And I’m just getting color back into my face

I’m just mad as hell cause I loved this place

 

For so long, London

Had a good run

A moment of warm sun

But I’m not the one

So long, London

Stitches undone

Two graves, one gun

You’ll find someone …

So Long, London Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Ingrid Stella Music, administered by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Aaron Dessner and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Jonathan Low and Aaron Dessner at Long Pond (Hudson Valley, NY) and Bella Blasko (Biarritz, FR) Benjamin Lanz’s performance recorded by Benjamin Lanz (Paris, FR) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Drum Machine Programming, Electric Guitar, Piano and Synthesizers by Aaron Dessner Modular Synth and Synthesizer by Benjamin Lanz Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

6. But Daddy I Love Him

Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner

 

I forget how the West was won

I forget if this was ever fun

I just learned these people only raise you to cage you

Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best

Clutching their pearls, sighing “What a mess”

I just learned these people try and save you

… cause they hate you

 

Too high a horse

For a simple girl to rise above it

They slammed the door on my whole world

The one thing I wanted

 

Now I’m running with my dress unbuttoned

Screaming “But Daddy I love him!”

I’m having his baby

No, I’m not, but you should see your faces

I’m telling him to floor it through the fences

No, I’m not coming to my senses

I know he’s crazy but he’s the one I want

 

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid

Tendrils tucked into a woven braid

Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all

He was chaos, he was revelry

Bedroom eyes like a remedy

Soon enough the elders had convened

Down at the city hall

“Stay away from her”

The saboteurs protested too much

Lord knows the words we never heard

Just screeching tires and true love

 

[Chorus]

I’ll tell you something right now

I’d rather burn my whole life down

Than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning

I’ll tell you something about my good name

It’s mine alone to disgrace

I don’t cater to all these vipers dressed in empath’s clothing

 

God save the most judgmental creeps

Who say they want what’s best for me

Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I’ll never see

Thinking it can change the beat

Of my heart when he touches me

And counteract the chemistry

And undo the destiny

You ain’t gotta pray for me

Me and my wild boy

And all this wild joy

If all you want is gray for me

Then it’s just white noise

And it’s just my choice

 

There’s a lot of people in town that I

Bestow upon my fakest smiles

Scandal does funny things to pride

But brings lovers closer

We came back when the heat died down

Went to my parents and they came around

All the wine moms are still holding out

But fuck ‘em. It’s over.

 

Now I’m dancing in my dress in the sun and

Even my daddy just loves him

I’m his lady, and oh my God

You should see your faces

Time, doesn’t it give some perspective

No, you can’t come to the wedding

I know he’s crazy but he’s the one I want

 

I’ll tell you something right now you ain’t gotta pray for me

Me and my wild boy and all of this wild joy

 

He was chaos, he was revelry

If all you want is gray for me

Then it’s just white noise, and it’s my choice

 

Screaming “But Daddy I love him!”

I’m having his baby

No, I’m not! But you –

Should see your faces

But oh my God you should see your faces

But Daddy I Love Him Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Ingrid Stella Music, administered by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff, Aaron Dessner and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher and Jack Manning Sean Hutchinson’s performance recorded by Sean Hutchinson and Michael Riddleberger at Hutchinson Sound (Brooklyn, NY) Mikey Freedom Hart’s performance recorded by Mikey Freedom Hart and David Hart and Big Mercy Sound (Brooklyn, NY) Evan Smith’s performance recorded by Evan Smith at Pleasure Hill Recording (Portland, Maine) Zem Audu’s performance recorded by Zem Audu at Audu Music Studio (Brooklyn, NY) Aaron Dessner’s performance recorded by Jonathan Low and Bella Blasko at Long Pond (Hudson Valley, NY) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Programming, Cello, Juno, Bass, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Synthesizers, Backing Vocals, Mellotron by Jack Antonoff Strings by Bobby Hawk Drums by Sean Hutchinson Synths by Evan Smith, Mikey Freedom Hart and Zem Audu Acoustic Guitars by Aaron Dessner Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

7. Fresh Out The Slammer

Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff

 

Now pretty baby I’m runnin back home to you

Fresh out the slammer

I know who my first call will be to …

Fresh out the slammer

 

Another summer, taking cover

Rolling thunder, he don’t understand me

Splintered back in winter

Silent dinners, bitter

He was with her in dreams

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels

Handcuffed to the spell I was under

For just one hour of sunshine

Years of labor, locks and ceilings

In the shade of how he was feeling

But it’s gonna be alright. I did my time.

 

[Chorus]

Camera flashes, welcome bashes

Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge

As I said in my letters, now that I know better

I will never lose my baby again

My friends tried but I wouldn’t hear it

Watched me daily disappearing

For just one glimpse of his smile

All those nights you kept me going

Swirled you into all of my poems

Now we’re at the starting line

I did my time.

 

Now pretty baby I’m running

To the house where you still wait up

And that porch light gleams

To the one who says

I’m the girl of his American Dreams

And no matter what I’ve done

It wouldn’t matter anyway

Ain’t no way I’m gonna screw up

Now that I know what’s at stake

Here. At the park where we used to sit on children’s swings

Wearing imaginary rings …

But it’s gonna be alright.

I did my time …

Fresh Out The Slammer Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Ducky Donath Music (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY), Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) and Esplanade Studios (New Orleans, Louisiana) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher, Jack Manning and Jesse Solon Snider Taylor Swift’s performance recorded by Christopher Rowe and Laura Sisk at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Prime Recording (Nashville, TN) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Programming, Percussion, M1, Synthesisers, Organ, DX7, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Drums by Jack Antonoff Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

8. Florida!!! (feat Florence + The Machine)

Written by Taylor Swift and Florence Welch

 

You can beat the heat

If you beat the charges, too

They said I was a cheat

I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

 

Little did you know

Your home’s really only a town

You’re just a guest in

So you work your life away

Just to pay for a timeshare

Down in Destin

Florida!!!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!!!

Can I use you up?

 

The hurricane with my name when it came

I got drunk and I dare it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

Yes I’m haunted, but I’m feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared, well

No one asks any questions here

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

 

Little did you know your home’s

Really only the town you’ll get arrested

So you pack your life away

Just to wait out the shitstorm

Back in Texas

Florida!!!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!!!

Can I use you up?

 

I need to forget so

Take me to Florida

I got some regrets

I’ll bury them in Florida

Tell me I’m despicable

Say it’s unforgivable

At least the dolls are beautiful

Fuck me up, Florida!

 

I need to forget so

Take me to Florida

I got some regrets

I’ll bury them in Florida

Tell me I’m despicable

Say it’s unforgivable

What a crash, what a rush

Fuck me up, Florida!

It’s one hell of a drug

It’s one hell of a drug

Love left me like this

And I don’t want to exist

So take me to Florida

 

Little did you know

Your home’s really only a town

You’re just a guest in

So you work your life away

Just to pay for a timeshare

Down in Destin

Little did you know your home’s

Really only the town you’ll get arrested

So you pack your life away

Just to wait out the shitstorm

Back in Texas

Florida!!!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!!!

Can I use you up?

Florida!!!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!!!

Go on fuck me up …

Florida!!! (feat Florence + The Machine) Written by Taylor Swift and Florence Welch © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs Of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Florence + The Machine LTD / Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY), Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) and Esplanade Studios (New Orleans, Louisiana) Florence Welch’s performance was recorded by Laura Sisk at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Ben Loveland at Miloco Studios (London, UK) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher, Jack Manning and Jesse Solon Snider Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Drums, Programming, Bass, Piano, M1, Juno, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Moog, Cello, Mellotrons by Jack Antonoff Oddities by Emily Jean Stone Percussion, Drums, Piano and Lead Vocals by Florence Welch Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

9. Guilty as Sin?

Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff

 

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me ‘Downtown Lights’

I hadn’t heard it in a while

My boredom’s bone deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves

Or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight

He’s a paradox

I’m seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

 

What if he’s written ‘mine’ on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin,

How can I be guilty as sin?

 

I keep these longings locked

In lowercase inside a vault

Someone told me

There’s no such thing as bad thoughts

Only your actions talk

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me

We’ve already done it in my head

If it’s make believe

Why does it feel like a vow

We’ll both uphold somehow?

 

What if he’s written ‘mine’ on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze

I’ve screamed his name

Building up like waves

Crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

 

What if I roll the stone away?

They’re gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me

Is actually what’s holy?

If long suffering propriety

Is what they want from me

They don’t know how you’ve haunted me

So stunningly

I choose you and me

… Religiously

 

[Chorus]

He sent me ‘Downtown Lights’

I hadn’t heard it in a while

Am I allowed to cry?

Guilty as Sin? Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Ducky Donath Music (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher and Jack Manning Taylor Swift’s performance recorded by Christopher Rowe and Laura Sisk at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Prime Recording (Nashville, TN) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Drums, Programming, Percussion, Juno, Bass, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, M1 by Jack Antonoff Strings by Bobby Hawk Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

10. Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

Written by Taylor Swift

 

The ‘Who’s Who’ of ‘Who’s That?’

Is poised for the attack

But my bare hands paved their paths

You don’t get to tell me about ‘sad.’

If you wanted me dead,

You should’ve just said

Nothing makes me feel more alive

 

So I leap from the gallows

And I levitate down your street

Crash the party like a record scratch

As I scream:

“Who’s afraid of little old me?!”

 

You should be.

 

The scandal was contained

The bullet had just grazed

At all costs, keep your good name

You don’t get to tell me you feel bad.

Is it a wonder I broke?

Let’s hear one more joke

Then we could all just laugh

Until I cry

 

[Chorus]

I was tame, I was gentle

Til the circus life made me mean

Don’t you worry folks,

We took out all her teeth

Who’s afraid of little old me?!

Well you should be, you should be, you should be

 

So tell me everything is not about me.

But what if it is?

Then say they didn’t do it to hurt me

But what if they did?

I want to snarl and show you

just how disturbed this has made me

You wouldn’t last an hour

In the asylum where they raised me

So all you kids can sneak into my house, with all the cobwebs

I’m always drunk on my own tears

Isn’t that what they all said?

That I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn

That I’m fearsome and I’m wretched

And I’m wrong

Put narcotics into all of my songs

And that’s why you’re still singing along …

 

[Chorus]

I was tame, I was gentle

Til the circus life made me mean

Don’t you worry folks, we took out all her teeth

Who’s afraid of little old me?!

Well you should be, you should be, you should be

 

Cause you lured me, and you hurt me, and you taught me

You caged me,

And then you called me crazy

I am what I am cause you trained me

So who’s afraid of me?

So who’s afraid of little old me?

Who’s afraid of little old me … ?

 

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

Written by Taylor Swift

© 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)

All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk, Oli Jacobs, Joey Miller, Jonathan Low, Jack Manning at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY), Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA), Esplanade Studios (New Orleans, Louisiana) and Long Pond (Hudson Valley, NY) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher, Jack Manning, Jesse Solon Snider and Joe Caldwell Michael Riddleberger and Sean Hutchinson’s performances recorded by Sean Hutchinson and Michael Riddleberger at Hutchinson Sound (Brooklyn, NY) Mikey Freedom Hart’s performance recorded by Mikey Freedom Hart and David Hart and Big Mercy Sound (Brooklyn, NY) Evan Smith’s performance recorded by Evan Smith at Pleasure Hill Recording (Portland, Maine) Zem Audu’s performance recorded by Zem Audu at Audu Music Studio (Brooklyn, NY) Aaron Dessner’s performance recorded by Bella Blasko and Jonathan Low at Long Pond (Hudson Valley, NY) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Programming, Drums, Juno, Moog, Bass, Electric Guitars, Piano, M1, Mellotron and Cello by Jack Antonoff Drums by Sean Hutchinson Percussion by Michael Riddleberger Synths by Evan Smith and Zem Audu Synths by Mikey Freedom Hart Piano by Aaron Dessner Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

11. I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff

 

The smoke cloud billows out his mouth

like a freight train through a small town

The jokes that he told across the bar

Were revolting and far too loud

 

They shake their heads

Saying, “God help her” when I

Tell ’em he’s my man

But your good Lord doesn’t need to

lift a finger, I can fix him

No, really, I can

And only I can

 

The dopamine races through his brain

On a six lane Texas highway

His hand, so calloused from his pistol

Softly traces hearts on my face

And I could see it from a mile away

A perfect case for my certain skillset

He had a halo of the highest grade

He just hadn’t met me yet

 

[Chorus]

Good boy, that’s right

Come close, I’ll show you heaven

If you’ll be an angel all night

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man

No really I can …

 

They shook their heads

Saying, “God help her”

When I told ’em he’s my man

But your good Lord didn’t need to

lift a finger, I can fix him

No, really, I can

 

WOAH – maybe I can’t.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Ducky Donath Music (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY), Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) and Rue Boyer (Paris, France) Taylor Swift’s performance recorded by Christopher Rowe and Laura Sisk at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Prime Recording (Nashville, TN) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher, Jack Manning and Rémy Dumelz Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Programming, Percussion, Moog Voyager Pocket Piano, Piano, Juno, Mellotron, Bass, Acoustic and Electric Guitars by Jack Antonoff Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

12. loml

Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner

 

Who’s gonna stop us from waltzing

Back into rekindled flames

If we know the steps anyway

We embroidered the memories

Of the time I was away

Stitching “We were just kids, babe”

I said, “I don’t mind. It takes time.”

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed

I felt aglow like this

Never before and never since

 

If you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary

You and I go from one kiss to gettin married

Still alive killing time at the cemetery

Never quite buried

In your suit and tie, in the nick of time

You lowdown boy, you standup guy

You Holy Ghost, you told me I’m

The love of your life

 

You said I’m the love of your life

About a million times

 

Who’s gonna tell me the truth

When you blew in with the winds of fate

And told me I reformed you

When your impressionist paintings of heaven

Turned out to be fakes

Well, you took me to hell, too

And all at once, the ink bleeds

A con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme

But I felt a hole like this

Never before, and ever since

 

If you know it in one glimpse

It’s legendary

What we thought was for all time

Was momentary

Still alive killing time at the cemetery

Never quite buried

You cinephile in black and white

All those plot twists and dynamite

Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry

You said I’m the love of your life

 

You shit-talked me under the table

Talking rings and talking cradles

I wish I could un-recall

How we almost had it all

Dancing phantoms on the terrace

Are they second-hand embarrassed

That I can’t get out of bed

Cause something counterfeit’s dead

It was legendary

It was momentary

It was unnecessary

Should’ve let it stay buried

 

Oh what a valiant roar

What a bland goodbye

The coward claimed he was a lion

I’m combing through the braids of lies

“I’ll never leave” …

“Never mind”

Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire

Your arson’s match, your somber eyes

And I’ll still see it until I die

You’re the loss of my life.

loml Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Ingrid Stella Music, administered by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Aaron Dessner and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Jonathan Low and Bella Blasko at Long Pond (Hudson Valley, NY) Glenn Kotche’s performance recorded by Bella Blasko at Narwhal Studios (Chicago, IL) Taylor Swift’s performance recorded by Christopher Rowe and Laura Sisk at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Prime Recording (Nashville, TN) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Bass Synth, Keyboards, Pianos and Synthesizers by Aaron Dessner Drums and Percussion by Glenn Kotche Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

13. I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff

 

I can read your mind

“She’s having the time of her life”

There in her glittering prime

The lights refract sequin stars

Off her silhouette every night

I can show you lies

 

Cause I’m a real tough kid

I can handle my shit

They said, “Babe, you gotta fake it til you make it.”

And I did

Lights, camera, bitch smile

Even when you want to die

He said he’d love me all his life

But that life was too short

Breaking down I hit the floor

All the pieces of me shattered

As the crowd was chanting “MORE!”

I was grinning like I’m winning

I was hitting my marks

Cause I can do it with a broken heart.

 

I’m so depressed I act like it’s my birthday

Every day

I’m so obsessed with him but he avoids me

Like the plague

I cry a lot but I am so productive

It’s an art

You know you’re good when you can even do it with a broken heart

 

I can hold my breath

I’ve been doing it since he left

I keep finding his things in drawers

Crucial evidence I didn’t imagine the whole thing

I’m sure I can pass this test

 

Cause I’m a real tough kid

I can handle my shit

They said, “Babe, you gotta fake it til you make it”

And I did

Lights, camera, bitch smile

In stilettos for miles

He said he’d love me for all time

But that time was quite short

Breaking down I hit the floor

All the pieces of me shattered

As the crowd was chanting “MORE!”

I was grinning like I’m winning

I was hitting my marks

Cause I can do it with a broken heart

 

[Chorus]

You know you’re good when you can even do it with a broken heart

 

You know you’re good, and I’m good

Cause I’m MISERABLE!

And nobody even knows!

Try and come for my job.

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Ducky Donath Music (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher, Jack Manning, Lauren Marquez, Joey Miller and Joe Caldwell Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Programming, Drums, Percussion, Juno, M1, Piano by Jack Antonoff Background Vocals, Programming, Percussion, Talking by Oli Jacobs Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

14. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner

 

Was any of it true?

Gazing at me starry-eyed

In your Jehovah’s Witness suit

Who the fuck was that guy?

You tried to buy some pills

From a friend of friends of mine

They just ghosted you

Now you know what it feels like.

 

And I don’t even want you back

I just want to know

If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal

And I don’t miss what we had

But could someone give

A message to the smallest man who ever lived

 

You hung me on your wall

Stabbed me with your push pins

In public, showed me off

Then sank in stoned oblivion

Cause once your queen had come

You’d treat her like an also-ran

You didn’t measure up

In any measure of a man

 

[Chorus]

Were you sent by someone

Who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writing a book?

Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In 50 years will all this be declassified?

And you’ll confess why you did it

And I’ll say, “Good riddance”

Cause it wasn’t sexy once it wasn’t forbidden

 

I would’ve died for your sins

Instead I just died inside

And you deserve prison, but you won’t get time

You’ll slide into inboxes

And slip through the bars

You crashed my party and your rental car

You said normal girls were “boring”

But you were gone by the morning

You kicked out the stage lights

But you’re still performing

And in plain sight you hid

But you are what you did.

And I’ll forget you but

I’ll never forgive

The smallest man who ever lived

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Ingrid Stella Music, administered by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Aaron Dessner and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Bella Blasko at Long Pond (Hudson Valley, NY), Beau Sorensen at Tiny Telephone (Oakland, CA) and Aaron Dessner (Biarritz, FR) Arrangements by Rob Moose James McAlister’s performance recorded by James McAllister (Los Angeles, CA) Jason Slota’s performance recorded by Beau Sorensen at Tiny Telephone (Oakland, CA) Rob Moose’s performance recorded by Rob Moose at Smilo Sound (Orcas Island, WA) Taylor Swift’s performance recorded by Laura Sisk at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Bass Guitar, Drum Machine Programming, Electric Guitar, Piano, and Synthesizers by Aaron Dessner Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion and Synthesizers by James McAlister Percussion by Jason Slota Violin and Viola by Rob Moose Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

15. The Alchemy

Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff

 

This happens once every few lifetimes

These chemicals hit me like white wine

 

What if I told you I’m back?

The hospital was a drag

Worst sleep that I ever had

I circled you on a map

I haven’t come around in so long

But I’m coming back so strong

 

So when I touch down

Call the amateurs and

Cut ’em from the team

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby I’m the one to beat

Cause the sign on your heart

Said it’s still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

 

Hey you, what if I told you we’re cool?

That child’s play back in school

Is forgiven under my rule

I haven’t come around in so long

But I’m making a comeback to where I belong …

 

[Chorus]

These blokes warm the benches

We been on a winning streak

He jokes that it’s heroin but this time with an “E”

Cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

 

Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads

Beer sticking to the floor

Cheers chanted, cause they said

There was no chance, trying to be

The greatest in the league

Where’s the trophy?

He just comes running over to me

 

[Chorus]

These blokes warm the benches

We been on a winning streak

He jokes that it’s heroin but this time with an “E”

Cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

 

This happens once every few lifetimes

These chemicals hit me like white wine

The Alchemy Written by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Ducky Donath Music (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Laura Sisk and Oli Jacobs at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Conway Recording (Los Angeles, CA) Assistant Engineered by Jon Sher and Jack Manning Taylor Swift’s performance recorded by Christopher Rowe at and Laura Sisk at Electric Lady Studios (New York, NY) and Prime Recording (Nashville, TN) Sean Hutchinson’s performance recorded by Sean Hutchinson and Hutchinson Sound (Brooklyn, NY) Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Drums, Programming, Percussion, Juno, Electric Guitars, Background Vocals, Cello, M1 by Jack Antonoff Drums by Sean Hutchinson Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift

16. Clara Bow

Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner

 

“You look like Clara Bow in this light

Remarkable

All your life, did you know

You’d be picked like a rose”

 

“I’m not trying to exaggerate

But I think I might die if it happened

Die if it happened to me

No one in my small town thought

I’d see the lights of Manhattan”

 

“This town is fake but

You’re the real thing

Breath of fresh air through smoke rings

Take the glory, give everything

Promise to be dazzling”

 

“You look like Stevie Nicks

In ’75, the hair and lips

Crowd goes wild at her fingertips

Half moonshine, a full eclipse”

“I’m not trying to exaggerate

But I think I might die if I made it,

Die if I made it

No one in my small town

Thought I’d meet these suits in LA,

They all want to say …”

 

[Chorus]

“The crown is stained but you’re the real queen

Flesh and blood amongst war machines

You’re the new god we’re worshipping

Promise to be … dazzling”

 

Beauty is a beast that roars

Down on all fours

Demanding “more”

Only when your girlish glow

Flickers just so

Do they let you know

It’s hell on earth to be heavenly

Them’s the breaks

They don’t come gently

 

“You look like Taylor Swift

In this light

We’re loving it.

You’ve got edge she never did,

The future’s bright

 

… Dazzling.”

Clara Bow Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner © 2023 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Ingrid Stella Music, administered by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.   Produced by Aaron Dessner and Taylor Swift Mixed by Serban Ghenea at MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineer – Bryce Bordone Recorded by Jonathan Low and Bella Blasko at Long Pond (Hudson Valley, NY) Arrangements by Bryce Dessner (Biarritz, FR) James McAlister’s performance recorded by James McAlister (Los Angeles, CA) Thomas Bartlett’s performance recorded by Thomas Bartlett at The Dwelling (New York, NY) Glenn Kotche’s performance recorded by Bella Blasko at Narwhal Studios (Chicago, IL) London Contemporary Orchestra’s performance recorded by Jeremy Murphy at AIR Studios (London, UK). Assistant Engineering by Laura Beck Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (Edgewater, NJ) Vinyl mastering by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound (Nashville, TN)   Bass Guitar, Drum Machine Programming, Fender VI, Percussion, Piano and Synthesizers by Aaron Dessner Keyboards, Percussion and Synthesizers by James McAlister Keyboards, Piano and Synthesizers by Thomas Bartlett Drums and Percussion by Glenn Kotche Drums by JT Bates Lead Vocals by Taylor Swift   London Contemporary Orchestra   Violin I Galya Bisengalieva (Co-Leader) Eloisa-Fleur Thom (Co-Leader) Sophie Mather Marianne Haynes Agata Daraskaite Anna De Bruin Akiko Ishikawa Nicole Crespo O’Donoghue Julian Azkoul   Violin II Emily Holland Kirsty Mangan Cara Laskaris Ronald Long Dan Oates Iona Allan   Viola Nicholas Bootiman Matthew Kettle Amy Swain Elisa Bergersen Morgan Goff   Cello Brian O’Kane Reinoud Ford Max Ruisi Abi Hyde-Smith   Double Bass Dave Brown Chris Kelly Sophie Roper   Conductor Robert Ames   Digital Recordist Gianluca Massimo   Copyist Tristan Noon   LCO Recording Projects Manager Meg Monteith   LCO Orchestra Manager Amy-Elisabeth Hinds

17. Fortnight (Acoustic Version)

Written by Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff and Austin Post

 

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

Fortnight (Acoustic Version) Written by Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff and Austin Post © 2023 TASRM PUBLISHING, ADMINISTERED BY SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC. (BMI), DUCKY DONATH MUSIC, ADMINISTERED BY SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC. (BMI), POSTY PUBLISHING, ADMINISTERED BY SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC. (BMI). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. USED BY PERMISSION.   PRODUCED BY JACK ANTONOFF AND TAYLOR SWIFT POST MALONE VOCAL PRODUCTION BY LOUIS BELL MIXED BY OLI JACOBS AT SHARP SONICS STUDIOS (LOS ANGELES, CA) ATMOS MIXED BY OLI JACOBS AT ELECTRIC EAR STUDIO (LOS ANGELES, CA RECORDED BY LAURA SISK AND OLI JACOBS AT ELECTRIC LADY STUDIOS (NEW YORK, NY) AND CONWAY RECORDING (LOS ANGELES, CA) AND SHARP SONICS STUDIOS (LOS ANGELES, CA) ASSISTANT ENGINEERED BY JOZEF CALDWELL, JOEY MILLER, JON SHER, JACK MANNING AND LAUREN MARQUEZ SEAN HUTCHINSON’S PERFORMANCE RECORDED BY SEAN HUTCHINSON AND MICHAEL RIDDLEBERGER AT HUTCHINSON SOUND (BROOKLYN, NY) POST MALONE’S PERFORMANCE RECORDED BY LOUIS BELL AT ELECTRIC FEEL STUDIO (LOS ANGELES, CA) MASTERED BY RUAIRI O’FLAHERTY AT NOMOGRAPH MASTERING (LOS ANGELES,CA)   PIANO, ACOUSTIC 6-STRING AND 12-STRING GUITARS, SLIDE GUITAR, PEDAL STEEL GUITAR, JUNO, MOOG MODEL D, PERCUSSION, KORG M1, ELECTRIC GUITARS & POLYSIX BY JACK ANTONOFF PIANO BY LAURA SISK DRUMS BY SEAN HUTCHINSON LEAD VOCALS BY TAYLOR SWIFT AND POST MALONE POST MALONE APPEARS COURTESY OF MERCURY/REPUBLIC RECORDS, A DIVISION OF UMG RECORDINGS, INC.