CYou left your typerwriter at my apartment
FStraight from the tourtured poets department
CI think some things I never say
FLike, "Who uses typerwriters anyway?"
AmBut you're in self-sabotage Gmode
Throwing spikes down on the Croad
But I've seen this Fepisode and still love the show
AmWho else Cdecodes you?
CAnd who's gonna hold you Flike me?
CAnd who's gonna know you if Fnot me?
Dm"You're not Dylan Thomas. CI'm not Patti Smith.
FThis ain't the Chelsea CHotel. We're modern idiots."
And who's gonna hold you Flike me?
CNobody
FNo-xxxxing-body
FNobody
CYou smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
FWe declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
CI scratch your head, you fall asleep
FLike a tattooed golden retriever
AmBut you awakened with Gdread, pounding nails in your Chead
But I've read this Fone where you come undone
I Amchose this Ccyclone with you
CAnd who's gonna hold you Flike me?
CAnd who's gonna know you if Fnot me? -Who's gonna know you?-
Dm"You're not Dylan Thomas. CI'm not Patti Smith.
FThis ain't the Chelsea CHotel. We're modern idiots."
And who's gonna hold you Flike me?
C F C F
CSometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
FBut you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
CAnd I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
FEveryone we know understands why it's meant to be
C'Cause we're Fcrazy
So tell Cme, who else is gonna Fknow me?
At Amdinner you take my ring off my Gmiddle finger, and
Put it on the Cone people put Fwedding rings on
And that's the Amclosest I've come to Gmy heart exploding
CAnd who's gonna hold you? F...Me
CAnd who's gonna know you? F...Me
DmAnd you're not Dylan CThomas. I'm not Patti Smith.
FThis ain't the Chelsea CHotel. We're two idiots.
And who's gonna Ghold you?
C F C F
AmYou left your Gtyperwriter at my apartment
CStraight from the tourtured Fpoets department
AmWho else Gdecodes you? C F
C F C F
