The Tortured Poets Department

You left your typewriter at my apartment

Straight from the Tortured Poets Department

I think some things I never say

Like "Who uses typewriters anyway?" But

You're in self-sabotage mode

Throwing spikes down on the road

But I've seen this episode and still love the show

Who else decodes you?

And who's gonna (hold you) like me?

And who's gonna (know you) if not me?

I laughed in your face and said, "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith

"This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"

And who's gonna (hold you) like me?

No, nobody

No-fucking-body

Nobody

You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate

We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist

I scratch your head, you fall asleep like a tattooed golden retriever

But you awaken with dread, pounding nails in your head

But I've read this one where you come undone

I chose this cyclone with you

And who's gonna (hold you) like me? (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)

And who's gonna (know you) like me? (Who's gonna hold you?)

I laughed in your face and said, "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith

"This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"

And who's gonna (hold you) like me? (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)

No-fucking-body (who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)

Nobody (who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)

Nobody

Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me

But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave

And I had said that to Jack about you so I felt seen

Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be

Because we're crazy

So tell me who else is gonna (love me?)

At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one

People put wedding rings on

And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding

Who's gonna hold you? (Who?) Me

Who's gonna know you? (Who?) Me

And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith

This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots

Who's gonna hold you?

Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?

Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?

Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?

Who's gonna hold you?

Gonna know you?

Gonna troll you?

You left your typewriter at my apartment

Straight from the tortured poets department

Who else decodes you? Who, ooh?

Who, ooh?

Who, ooh?