I Hate It Here

Album: The Tortured Poets Department (2024)
Charted: 34
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    Quick, quick, tell me something awful
    Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy
    Tell me all your secrets
    All you'll ever be is
    My eternal consolation prize
    You see, I was a debutante in another life, but
    Now I seem to be scared to go outside
    If comfort is a construct, I don't believe in good luck
    Now that I know what's what

    I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind
    People need a key to get to, the only one is mine
    I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child
    No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
    I'm there most of the year 'cause I hate it here
    I hate it here

    My friends used to play a game where
    We would pick a decade
    We wished we could live in instead of this
    I'd say the 1830s but without all the racists
    And getting married off for the highest bid
    Everyone would look down 'cause it wasn't fun now
    Seems like it was never even fun back then
    Nostalgia is a mind's trick
    If I'd been there, I'd hate it
    It was freezing in the palace

    I hate it here so I will go to lunar valleys in my mind
    When they found a better planet, only the gentle survived
    I dreamed about it in the dark
    The night I felt like I might die
    No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
    I'm there most of the year 'cause I hate it here
    I hate it here

    I'm lonely, but I'm good
    I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine
    I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life
    And I'll get lost on purpose
    This place made me feel worthless
    Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me
    And in my fantasies, I rise above it
    And way up there, I actually love it

    I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind
    People need a key to get to, the only one is mine
    I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child
    No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
    I'm there most of the year 'cause I hate it here
    I hate it here

    Quick, quick, tell me something awful
    Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy Writer/s: Aaron Dessner, Taylor Swift
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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