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.
Even though I’m on fire,
My veins are so cold.
A desolate wreck of a being,
Beaten down by the theories of society.
I martyred myself for something of no worth,
‘Cause that’s what they preach to me:
Power.
And I am so sick of never seeing...
That eternal light that seems to shine right past me every time I turn my motherfucking head.
Follow me now,
Fall with me proud,
As I grow.
Cold.
Could you help me find the right path to sanity;
Heal this hurt deep in me?
Without your touch,
It’s like I’m crumbling.
A population’s mind manifests a social construction of reality:
Of what’s "supposed" to be.
Perhaps that’s why there’s so much agony in the world.
‘Cause a few actually see...
That this theory is flawed,
And become so appalled.
We crawl in the dark to hide from the shards of reality...
That's slicing our face.
Cold.
Even though I’m on fire my veins are so cold.
And can you take me someplace higher?
Doomed to a florescent,
Rather than a natural.
All because the population deemed it so;
Deemed to be a beggar rather than a chooser,
All because the population has already chose.
Well I separate,
Cast off my shackles.
Collar I throw down.
I will care no more.
I will not be lead,
Though may lead me astray.
Least it’ll be by me;
It’ll be my doing.
I am the man on the dying throne;
The man destined to be so cold.
So...
Cold.
I'm so cold.
I am perplexity of a parody of a paradox that I can’t not name.
I’m so sick of this game;
This gray.
Help me to be okay.
And really it all comes down to tomorrow...
Really, it all comes down to if I’ll ever find her. To find her.
I'm so sick of being alone;
Of feeling like stone;
Of being so cold.
My veins are so cold.
A desolate wreck of a being,
Beaten down by the theories of society.
I martyred myself for something of no worth,
‘Cause that’s what they preach to me:
Power.
And I am so sick of never seeing...
That eternal light that seems to shine right past me every time I turn my motherfucking head.
Follow me now,
Fall with me proud,
As I grow.
Cold.
Could you help me find the right path to sanity;
Heal this hurt deep in me?
Without your touch,
It’s like I’m crumbling.
A population’s mind manifests a social construction of reality:
Of what’s "supposed" to be.
Perhaps that’s why there’s so much agony in the world.
‘Cause a few actually see...
That this theory is flawed,
And become so appalled.
We crawl in the dark to hide from the shards of reality...
That's slicing our face.
Cold.
Even though I’m on fire my veins are so cold.
And can you take me someplace higher?
Doomed to a florescent,
Rather than a natural.
All because the population deemed it so;
Deemed to be a beggar rather than a chooser,
All because the population has already chose.
Well I separate,
Cast off my shackles.
Collar I throw down.
I will care no more.
I will not be lead,
Though may lead me astray.
Least it’ll be by me;
It’ll be my doing.
I am the man on the dying throne;
The man destined to be so cold.
So...
Cold.
I'm so cold.
I am perplexity of a parody of a paradox that I can’t not name.
I’m so sick of this game;
This gray.
Help me to be okay.
And really it all comes down to tomorrow...
Really, it all comes down to if I’ll ever find her. To find her.
I'm so sick of being alone;
Of feeling like stone;
Of being so cold.
Lyrics submitted by xAs_She_CRIESx
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