The tortured poets department
[00:09.23] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[00:13.21] Straight from the tortured poets department
[00:17.20] I think some things I never say
[00:22.25] Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"
[00:25.26] But you're in self-sabotage mode
[00:28.25] Throwing spikes down on the road
[00:30.18] But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
[00:34.17] Who else decodes you?
[00:38.15] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[00:46.92] And who's gonna know you, if not me?
[00:54.35] I laughed in your face and said
[00:56.21] "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[01:00.46] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
[01:04.71] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[01:12.69] Nobody
[01:16.49] No-fucking-body
[01:20.76] Nobody
[01:26.67] You smoked, then ate seven bars of chocolate
[01:31.00] We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
[01:34.98] I scratch your head, you fall asleep
[01:40.30] Like a tattooed golden retriever
[01:43.48] But you awaken with dread
[01:46.41] Pounding nails in your head
[01:48.27] But I've read this one where you come undone
[01:52.52] I chose this cyclone with you
[01:56.77] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[02:03.94] (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:05.28] And who's gonna know you like me?
[02:10.93] (Who's gonna know you?)
[02:12.79] I laughed in your face and said
[02:14.91] "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[02:18.64] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
[02:22.89] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[02:28.20] (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:31.12] No-fucking-body
[02:33.24] (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:34.31] Nobody
[02:37.23] (Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)
[02:39.88] Nobody
[02:44.40] Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
[02:49.18] But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
[02:53.70] And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
[02:57.96] Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
[03:03.00] 'Cause we're crazy
[03:10.17] So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
[03:19.48] At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
[03:22.48] And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
[03:27.27] And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding
[03:32.31] Who's gonna hold you? (Who?)
[03:37.09] Me
[03:41.08] Who's gonna know you? (Who?)
[03:46.39] Me
[03:50.38] And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[03:54.36] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots
[03:58.62] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:03.94] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:05.00] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:07.13] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:09.26] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:11.95] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:14.08] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:15.93] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:17.53] Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
[04:21.25] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[04:25.24] Straight from the tortured poets department
[04:29.48] Who else decodes you?
