The Tortured Poets Department Cifras

[Intro]
Csus2
 
[Verse 1]
    C         Csus2      C               Fsus2
You left your typewriter at my apartment
                                            Csus2
Straight from the tortured poets department
  C          Csus2    C     Fsus2
I think some things I never say
                                     Am7
Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"
                            Gsus4
But you're in self-sabotage mode
                                 C
Throwing spikes down on the road
                      F
But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
Am7        Gsus4
Who else decodes you?
 
[Chorus]
    C                    Fsus2
And who's gonna hold you like  me?
    C                        Fsus2
And who's gonna know you, if not   me?
                                Am7
I laughed in your face and said
                          Gsus4
"You're not Dylan Thomas,       I'm not Patti Smith
C                             Fsus2
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel,       we'rе modern idiots"
    Am7         Gsus4     C
And who's gonna hold  you like me?
 
[Post-Chorus]
  Fsus2
Nobody
           C
No-fucking-body
    Fsus2  Csus2
Nobody
 
[Verse 2]
    C            Csus2    C                    Fsus2
You smokеd, then ate   seven bars of chocolate
                                                   Csus2
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
  C            Csus2     C     Fsus2
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
                                 Am7
Like a tattooed golden retriever
                          Gsus4
But you awaken with dread
                            C
Pounding nails in your head
                   F
But I've read this one where you come undone
Am7              Gsus4
I   chose this cyclone with you
 
[Chorus]
    C                    Fsus2
And who's gonna hold you like  me?
 
(Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
    C                    Fsus2
And who's gonna know you like  me?
 
(Who's gonna know you?)
                                Am7
I laughed in your face and said
                          Gsus4
"You're not Dylan Thomas,       I'm not Patti Smith
C                             Fsus2
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel,       we're modern idiots"
    Am7         Gsus4     C
And who's gonna hold  you like me?
 
(Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
 
[Post-Chorus]
           Fsus2
No-fucking-body
 
(Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
  C
Nobody
 
(Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)
  Fsus2  C
Nobody
 
[Bridge]
                                                          Fsus2
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
                                                      Fsus2
And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
                                                  G/C  C
Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
             G/C C Fsus2
'Cause we're       crazy
        C                     C/F
So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
   Am7                             Gsus4
At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
                      C            F
And put it on the one   people put wedding rings on
                   Am7              Gsus4
And that's the closest I've come to my    heart exploding
 
[Chorus]
C                      F
Who's gonna hold you? (Who?)
 
Me
C                      F
Who's gonna know you? (Who?)
   Am7
Me
                             G
And you're not Dylan Thomas,   I'm not Patti Smith
C                             Fsus2
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel,       we're two idiots
Am7         G7   C
Who's gonna hold you?
 
[Post-Chorus]
(C)
Who's gonna hold you?
 
Who's gonna hold you?
 
Who's gonna hold you?
            Fsus2
Who's gonna hold you?
 
Who's gonna hold you?
                      C
Who's gonna hold you?
 
Who's gonna hold you?
                                 Fsus2  Am7
Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
 
[Outro]
              Gsus4                      C
You left your typewriter at my apartment
                  Fsus2
Straight from the tortured poets department
Am7        Gsus4      C  Fsus2  C  Fsus2
Who else decodes you?
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