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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Lead Vocals
Post Malone
Lead Vocals
Jack Antonoff
Programming
Sean Hutchinson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Composer
Jack Antonoff
Composer
Austin Post
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Swift
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Louis Bell
Vocal Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer
Oli Jacobs
Recording Engineer
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jack Manning
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lauren Marquez
Assistant 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 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
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.
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
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff, Austin Richard Post
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