Fortnight
Taylor Swift feat. Post Malone
2024
jaar
Top 40
21
piekpositie
Top 40
4
weken
Top 40
51
punten
Top 40
Artiest(en)
Titel
Fortnight
Lengte
3:48
Componist(en)
Jack Antonoff · Taylor Swift · Austin Post
Producer(s)
Jack Antonoff, Taylor Swift
Engineer(s)
Michael Riddleberger, Sean Hutchinson, Laura Sisk, Oli Jacobs / Technische assistentie: Jon Sher, Jack Manning, Lauren Marquez
Mixage
Șerban Ghenea, Bryce Bordone
Platenlabel
Republic Records
Releasedatum
19-04-2024
Hoogste positie UK
1
Hoogste positie US
1
Album
The Tortured Poets Department
Songtekst
I was supposed to be sent away
But they forgot to come and get me
I was a functioning alcoholic
Till 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 running
Till 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 running
Till 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 running
Till you sometimes come and tug 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 calling ya
But you won't pick up
'Nother fortnight lost in America
Move to Florida
Buy the car you want
But it won't start up till you touch, touch, touch me
Thought of calling ya
But you won't pick up
'Nother fortnight lost in America
Move to Florida
Buy the car you want
But it won't start up till I touch, touch, touch you