tomp3.cc - The Tortured Poets Department
[00:09.16] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[00:13.14] Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
[00:17.65] I think some things I never say
[00:22.44] Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?" But
[00:26.43] You're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road
[00:30.67] But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
[00:34.66] Who else decodes you?
[00:38.91] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[00:47.41] And who's gonna know you, if not me?
[00:54.58] I laughed in your face and said
[00:56.97] "You're not Dylan Thomas
[00:58.83] I'm not Patti Smith
[01:00.69] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
[01:03.07] We're modern idiots"
[01:04.94] And who's gonna hold you like me?
[01:12.95] Nobody
[01:17.47] No-fucking-body
[01:20.92] Nobody
[01:27.30] You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
[01:31.54] We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
[01:35.80] I scratch your head, you fall asleep
[01:40.32] Like a tattooed golden retriever
[01:44.03] But you awaken with dread, pounding nails in your head
[01:48.82] But I've read this one where you come undone
[01:52.79] I chose this cyclone with you
[01:57.31] And who's gonna hold you like me? (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:05.81] And who's gonna know you like me? (Who's gonna know you?)
[02:12.99] I laughed in your face and said
[02:15.10] "You're not Dylan Thomas
[02:17.23] I'm not Patti Smith
[02:18.83] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
[02:21.49] We're modern idiots"
[02:23.35] And who's gonna hold you like me? (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:31.58] No-fucking-body (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
[02:35.03] Nobody (Who's gonna hold you? Gonna love you? Gonna troll you?)
[02:40.08] Nobody
[02:45.39] Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
[02:49.64] But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
[02:53.89] And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
[02:58.14] Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
[03:03.43] 'Cause we're crazy
[03:10.61] So tell me
[03:12.21] Who else is gonna know me?
[03:19.91] At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one
[03:25.06] People put wedding rings on, and that's the closest I've come
[03:30.11] To my heart exploding
[03:33.03] Who's gonna hold you?
[03:38.34] Me
[03:41.53] Who's gonna know you?
[03:46.84] Me
[03:50.82] "And you're not Dylan Thomas
[03:52.95] I'm not Patti Smith
[03:54.81] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
[03:57.16] We're two idiots"
[03:59.02] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:07.25] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:10.17] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:12.27] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:15.73] Who's gonna hold you?
[04:17.59] Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
[04:21.31] You left your typewriter at my apartment
[04:25.55] Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
[04:30.08] Who else decodes you?
