The Tortured Poets Department
[00:09.02] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[00:13.02] Straight from the tortured poets department
[00:17.80] I think some things I never say
[00:22.32] Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"
[00:26.04] But you're in self-sabotage mode
[00:28.69] Throwing spikes down on the road
[00:30.82] But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
[00:34.54] Who else decodes you?
[00:39.05] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[00:47.55] And who's gonna know you, if not me?
[00:54.46] I laughed in your face and said
[00:56.58] "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[01:00.83] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
[01:04.82] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[01:13.05] Nobody
[01:17.57] No-fucking-body
[01:21.02] Nobody
[01:27.40] You smoked, then ate seven bars of chocolate
[01:31.65] We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
[01:36.16] I scratch your head, you fall asleep
[01:40.68] Like a tattooed golden retriever
[01:44.66] But you awaken with dread
[01:47.05] Pounding nails in your head
[01:48.91] But I've read this one where you come undone
[01:52.90] I chose this cyclone with you
[01:57.15] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[02:02.99] (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:05.91] And who's gonna know you like me?
[02:10.96] (Who's gonna know you?)
[02:12.82] I laughed in your face and said
[02:15.21] "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[02:18.93] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
[02:23.18] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[02:28.76] (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:31.41] No-fucking-body
[02:33.27] (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:35.66] Nobody
[02:37.52] (Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)
[02:40.18] Nobody
[02:45.49] Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
[02:49.74] But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
[02:53.99] And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
[02:58.51] Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
[03:04.08] 'Cause we're crazy
[03:10.72] So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
[03:20.02] At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
[03:22.94] And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
[03:27.99] And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding
[03:33.30] Who's gonna hold you? (Who?)
[03:38.35] Me
[03:41.80] Who's gonna know you? (Who?)
[03:45.79] Me
[03:50.83] And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
[03:54.55] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots
[03:59.07] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:04.12] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:05.97] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:08.10] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:10.49] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:12.62] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:14.21] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:15.27] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:16.34] Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
[04:20.58] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[04:25.90] Straight from the tortured poets department
[04:30.15] Who else decodes you?
