The Tortured Poets Department

G you left your typewriter at my apartment C straight from the tortured poets department G C i think some things i never say like, "who uses typewriters anyway?" but Em D you're in self sabotage mode, G throwing spikes down on the road C but i've seen this episode and still loved the show.. Em D who else decodes you? Chorus G C and who's gonna hold you like me..? G C and who's gonna know you, if not me..? Em i laughed in your face and said "you're not dylan thomas D i'm not patti smith G this ain't the chelsea hotel C we're modern idiots" Em D G and who's gonna hold you like me..? C nobody.. G no fucking body.. C no..bo..dy.. G you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate C we declared charlie puth should be a bigger artist G C i scratch your head, you fall asleep.. like a tattooed golden retriever Em D but you awaken with dread G pounding nails in your head C but i've read this one where you come undone.. Em D i chose this cyclone with you.. Chorus G C and who's gonna hold you like me..? (who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you?) G C and who's gonna know you, if not me..? (who's gonna know you?) Em i laughed in your face and said "you're not dylan thomas D i'm not patti smith G this ain't the chelsea hotel C we're modern idiots" Em D G and who's gonna hold you like me..? (who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you?) C no fucking body.. (who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you?) G no..bo..dy.. (who's gonna hold you?) (gonna love you? gonna troll you?) C nobody.. (wuu u) G sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.. C but you told lucy you'd kill yourself if i ever leave.. G and i had said that to jack about you, so i felt seen.. C everyone we know understands why it's meant to be.. G C cause we're cra..zy G C so tell me, who else is gonna know.. me..? Em at dinner, D you take my ring off my middle finger G and put it on the one C people put wedding rings on, Em and that's the closest i've come D to my heart exploding Chorus G C who's gonna hold you..? me.. G C who's gonna know you..? me.. Em "and you're not dylan thomas D i'm not patti smith G this ain't the chelsea hotel C we're two idiots" Em D (G) who's gonna hold.. you..? G who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you? C who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you? G who's gonna hold you? gonna know you? gonna troll you..? C (Em) wuu u.. wuu u.. Em D you left your typewriter at my apartment G C straight from the tortured poets department Em D who else decodes you? Outro G C wuu u.. wuu u.. G C wuu u..