The Tortured Poets Department Cifras

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[Intro]
C
 
[Verse 1]
C
 You left your typewriter at my apartment
F
 Straight from the tourtured poets department
C                            F
 I think some things I never say
 
 Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"
    Am                       G
 But you're in self-sabotage mode
                             C
 Throwing spikes down on the road
                       F
 But I've seen this episode and still love the show
 Am         G
 Who else decodes you?
 
 
[Chords]
C                          F
 And who's gonna hold you like me?
C                             F
 And who's gonna know you if not me?
 
 I laughed in your face and said,
Am                        G
 "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith.
C                             F
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots."
     Am          G         C
 And who's gonna hold you like me?
   F
 Nobody
            C
 No-fucking-body
    F
 Nobody
 
 
[Verse 2]
C
 You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
F
 We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
C                               F
 I scratch your head, you fall asleep
 
 Like a tattooed golden retriever
Am                     G                             C
 But you awakened with dread, pounding nails in your head
                    F
 But I've read this one where you come undone
   Am           G
 I chose this cyclone with you
 
 
[Chorus]
C                          F
 And who's gonna hold you like me? (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
C                          F
 And who's gonna know you like me? (Who's gonna know you?)
 
 I laughed in your face and said,
Am                        G
 "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith.
C                             F
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots."
     Am          G         C
 And who's gonna hold you like me?
C   F   C   F
 
 
[Bridge]
C
 Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
F
 But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
C
 And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
F
 Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
C               F
 'Cause we're crazy
            C                    F
 So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
    Am                             G
 At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger, and
               C              F
 Put it on the one people put wedding rings on
                Am                   G
 And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding
 
 
[Alt Chorus]
C                           F
 And who's gonna hold you? ...Me
C                           F
 And who's gonna know you? ...Me
Am                           G
 And you're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith.
C                             F
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're two idiots.
 Am          G    C
 Who's gonna hold you?
C   F   C   F
 
[Outro]
Am             G
 You left your typewriter at my apartment
 C                 F
 Straight from the tourtured poets department
Am          G            C   F
 Who else decodes you?
C   F   C   F
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