Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Lead Vocals
Post Malone
Lead Vocals
Jack Antonoff
Drums
Sean Hutchinson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Composer
Austin Post
Composer
Jack Antonoff
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Swift
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jack Manning
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lauren Marquez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Louis Bell
Vocal Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer
Oli Jacobs
Recording Engineer
Sean Hutchinson
Recording Engineer
Michael Riddleberger
Recording Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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 to you sometimes, ask about the weather
Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors
Your wife waters flowers, I wanna 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
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 wanna kill her
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 wanna 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 callin' ya, but you won't pick up
Another fortnight lost in America
Moved to Florida, buy the car you want
But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch me
Thought of callin' ya, but you won't pick up
Another fortnight lost in America
Move to Florida (Florida), buy the car you want
But it won't start up 'til I touch, touch, touch, you
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff, Austin Richard Post
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