I Can do It With a Broken Heart
Taylor Swift , THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT
I can read your mind
She’s having the time of her life
There in her glittering prime
The lights refract sequine 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 till 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 thе pieces of me shattеred
As the crowd was chanting “More”
I was grinnin’ like I’m winnin’
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
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 till 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 grinnin’ like I’m winnin’
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
(He avoids me like the plague)
I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it’s an art
(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
Good
‘Cause I’m miserable (Haha)
And nobody knows
Try to come for my job
Compositor: Taylor Swift & Jack Antonoff
