"The Tortured Poets Department"
[00:09.14] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[00:13.41] Straight from the tortured poets department
[00:17.93] I think some things I never say
[00:22.45] Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"
[00:25.65] But you're in self-sabotage mode
[00:28.84] Throwing spikes down on the road
[00:30.74] But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
[00:34.73] Who else decodes you?
[00:39.03] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[00:47.55] And who's gonna know you, if not me?
[00:54.72] I laughed in your face and said
[00:56.85] "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[01:00.90] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
[01:05.21] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[01:13.18] Nobody
[01:17.46] No-fucking-body
[01:20.69] Nobody
[01:27.62] You smoked, then ate seven bars of chocolate
[01:31.61] We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
[01:36.16] I scratch your head, you fall asleep
[01:40.72] Like a tattooed golden retriever
[01:44.70] But you awaken with dread
[01:47.09] Pounding nails in your head
[01:48.95] But I've read this one where you come undone
[01:52.70] I chose this cyclone with you
[01:56.97] And who's gonna hold you like me? (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:05.76] And who's gonna know you like me? (Who's gonna know you?)
[02:12.93] I laughed in your face and said
[02:15.33] "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[02:19.04] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
[02:23.29] And who's gonna hold you like me? (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:31.05] No-fucking-body (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:35.13] Nobody (Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)
[02:40.21] Nobody
[02:45.53] Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
[02:49.82] But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
[02:54.34] And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
[02:58.87] Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
[03:03.73] 'Cause we're crazy
[03:10.46] So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
[03:19.76] At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
[03:22.98] And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
[03:28.03] And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding
[03:33.09] Who's gonna hold you? (Who?)
[03:38.41] Me
[03:41.86] Who's gonna know you? (Who?)
[03:47.17] Me
[03:50.94] And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[03:54.95] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots
[03:59.20] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:03.72] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:05.07] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:05.86] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:07.19] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:08.25] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:10.38] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:12.51] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:13.85] Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
[04:17.60] .
[04:21.59] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[04:25.84] Straight from the tortured poets department
[04:29.60] Who else decodes you?
