
The Tortured Poets Department TS The Eras Tour Setlist © 2024
Track listing
- But Daddy I Love Him
- So High School
- Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?
- Down Bad
- Fortnight (feat. Post Malone)
- The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
- I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
But Daddy I Love Him
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
Scrеaming, “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 thе 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
And 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
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 of 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 them, 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?
And, 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
(He was chaos, he was revelry)
(He was chaos, he was revelry)
So High School
So High School
Written by Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner
I feel so high school every time I look at you
I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you
And in a blink of a crinkling eye
I’m sinking, our fingers entwined
Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights
Tell me ’bout the first time you saw me
I’ll drink what you think, and I’m high
From smoking your jokes all damn night
The brink of a wrinkle in time
Bittersweet sixteen suddenly
I’m watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night
Your friends are around, so be quiet
I’m trying to stifle my sighs
‘Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you
But look at you
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? (Kill me)
It’s just a game, but really (really)
I’m bettin’ on all three for us two (all three)
Get my car door, isn’t that sweet? (That sweet)
Then pull me to the backseat (backseat)
No one’s ever had me (had me), not like you
Truth, dare, spin bottles
You know how to ball, I know Aristotle
Brand new, full-throttle
Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto
It’s true, swear, scouts honor
You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her
Brand new, full-throttle
You already know, babe
I feel like laughing in the middle of practice
Do that impression you did of your dad again
I’m hearing voices like a madman
And in a blink of a crinkling eye
I’m sinking, our fingers entwined
Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights
Tell me ’bout the first time you saw me
I’ll drink what you think, and I’m high
From smoking your jokes all damn night
The brink of a wrinkle in time
Bittersweet sixteen suddenly
I’m watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night
Your friends are around, so be quiet
I’m trying to stifle my sighs
‘Cause I feel so high school (I feel so high school)
Every time I look at you
But look at you
Truth, dare, spin bottles (yeah)
You know how to ball, I know Aristotle
Brand new, full-throttle (yeah)
Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto
It’s true, swear, scouts honor (yeah)
You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her
Brand new, full-throttle (yeah)
You already know, babe
You already know, babe
Down Bad
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
Now I’m down bad crying at the gym (crying at the gym)
Everything comes out teenage petulance
“Fuck it if I can’t have him” (“Fuck it if I can’t have him”)
“I might just die, it would make no difference.”
Down bad, waking up in blood (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
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
Now I’m down bad crying at the gym (crying at the gym)
Everything comes out teenage petulance
“Fuck it if I can’t have him” (can’t have him)
“I might just die, it would make no difference.”
Down bad, waking up in blood (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
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
Fortnight (feat. Post Malone)
Fortnight (feat. Post Malone)
Written by: Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff and Post Malone
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 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
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
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
Written by: Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner
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 treat her like an also-ran
You didn’t measure up
In any measure of a man
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?
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 fifty 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
I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
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 sequined stars off her silhouette every night
I can show you lies (one, two, three, four)
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 wanna 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 (one, two, three, four)
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 (one, two, three, four)
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 (one, two, three)
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 (he avoids me)
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
You know you’re good when you can even do it
With a broken heart
You know you’re good, I’m good
Cause I’m miserable
And nobody even knows
Try and come for my job