spotifydown.com - The Tortured Poets Department
[00:07.97] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[00:12.22] Straight from the tortured poets department
[00:16.47] I think some things I never say
[00:21.09] Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"
[00:24.65] But you're in self-sabotage mode
[00:27.93] Throwing spikes down on the road
[00:29.88] But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
[00:33.68] Who else decodes you?
[00:37.49] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[00:46.10] And who's gonna know you, if not me?
[00:53.64] I laughed in your face and said
[00:56.13] "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[00:59.96] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots"
[01:03.94] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[01:12.01] Nobody
[01:16.35] No-fucking-body
[01:19.61] Nobody
[01:26.61] You smokеd, then ate seven bars of chocolate
[01:30.43] We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
[01:34.68] I scratch your head, you fall asleep
[01:39.46] Like a tattooed golden retriever
[01:42.75] But you awaken with dread
[01:45.75] Pounding nails in your head
[01:47.97] But I've read this one where you come undone
[01:51.95] I chose this cyclone with you
[01:55.77] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[02:04.10] And who's gonna know you like me?
[02:11.89] I laughed in your face and said
[02:14.39] "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[02:18.20] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
[02:22.18] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[02:30.28] No-fucking-body
[02:33.54] Nobody
[02:38.85] Nobody
[02:44.53] Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
[02:48.78] But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
[02:53.03] And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
[02:57.37] Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
[03:01.89] 'Cause we're crazy
[03:09.41] So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
[03:19.35] At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
[03:22.40] And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
[03:26.99] And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding
[03:32.38] Who's gonna hold you? (Who?)
[03:37.28] Me
[03:40.81] Who's gonna know you? (Who?)
[03:45.93] Me
[03:49.47] And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[03:53.83] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots
[03:57.82] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:02.70] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:04.66] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:06.00] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:07.05] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:08.12] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:10.33] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:12.46] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:13.34] Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
[04:20.59] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[04:24.41] Straight from the tortured poets department
[04:28.67] Who else decodes you?
