The song 'Fortnight' by Taylor Swift and Post Malone tells a story about strong feelings, complicated relationships, and secret wishes. It talks about love, betrayal, and wanting someone who doesn't feel the same. The word 'fortnight' shows short-lived happiness and guilty pleasures, leading to sadness. It shows how messy relationships can be and the results of hiding emotions. “I was supposed to be sent away / But they forgot to come and get me,” she kickstarts the song in the first verse with lines suggesting an admission to a hospital for people with mental illnesses. She goes in the verse admitting her lover is the reason why she is like this. In the chorus, she sings about their time in love and reflects on how he has now settled with someone else. “I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary / And I love you, it’s ruining my life,” on the second verse she details her struggles to forget about him and the negative effects of her failure. “Thought of callin’ ya, but you won’t pick up / ‘Nother fortnight lost in America,” Post Malone sings in the outro.
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read
She's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we can find new ways of living
Make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times
Clay-making that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read
She's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she pulls it
It's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart
We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read
She's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we can find new ways of living
Make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times
Clay-making that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read
She's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she pulls it
It's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart
Lyrics submitted by NewWaveMonkay, edited by TheBronze, stevieboy42562
Obstacle 1 Lyrics as written by Daniel Alexander Kessler Carlos Andres Dengler
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips -- The tears she’s shed are proof that she felt something for him, either regret or remorse This evidence is precious to him and the desire to possess it is the closest he’ll ever get to kissing her.
We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change -- When she thinks of their friendship, she reminds herself there was nothing she could have done to change her platonic feelings for him; logically, it’s not her fault if she couldn’t love him back but she didn’t take into account the emotional harm she caused him.
Well she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad, oh she's bad -- She’s read his suicide note and knows that he killed himself because of her; she feels guilty and tainted (“bad”)
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging I'll never see this face again You'll go stabbing, yourself in, the neck -- The chorus flashes back to the moment right before he kills himself. He’s talks to himself in the mirror knowing that he doesn’t have her and his life is getting worse (“poor and aging”). He says goodbye to himself and then slits his throat.
It's in the way that she poses, It's in the things that she puts in my hair -- He watches her grieve, hungrily taking in all her actions interpreting them as her signs of affection for him
Her stories are boring and stuff – He doesn’t pay attention to the stories she tells in her eulogy of him since he’s only interested in her, OR, her stories of him are boring because they only tell of their friendship and he wanted it to be much more
She's always calling my bluff – I suppose that at one time, he professed his desperate love for her and gave an ultimatum, ie, if you don’t love me I’ll kill myself. She called his bluff and now he’s dead.
She puts the, she puts the weights in to my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes it apart She puts the weights into my little heart I said she puts the weights into my little heart -- He’s dead and could float away and be free from all this, but his love for her weighs him back down to earth and all he can do now is follow and watch her every move.
She packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away – She logically and coolly puts away all the memories and feelings she’s ever had for him as she returns to normal life.
It's in the way that she walks, her heaven is never enough She puts the weights in my heart She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart -- It’s “her heaven” because his idea of heaven is wherever she is, even though he knows that just watching her will never be enough for him.