Intro: D# Verse: C# You left your typerwriter at my apartment F# Straight from the tourtured poets department C# I think some things I never say F# Like, "Who uses typerwriters anyway?" A#m G# But youʼre in self-sabotage mode C# Throwing spikes down on the road F# But Iʼve seen this episode and still love the show A#m C# Who else decodes you? Chords C# F# And whoʼs gonna hold you like me? C# F# And whoʼs gonna know you if not me? I laughed in your face and said, D#m C# "Youʼre not Dylan Thomas. Iʼm not Patti Smith. F# C# This ainʼt the Chelsea Hotel. Weʼre modern idiots." F# And whoʼs gonna hold you like me? C# Nobody F# No-fucking-body F# Nobody Verse: C# You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate F# We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist C# I scratch your head, you fall asleep F# Like a tattooed golden retriever A#m G# C# But you awakened with dread, pounding nails in your head F# But Iʼve read this one where you come undone A#m C# I chose this cyclone with you Chorus: C# F# And whoʼs gonna hold you like me? (Whoʼs gonna hold you? Whoʼs gonna hold you?) C# F# And whoʼs gonna know you if not me? (Whoʼs gonna know you?) I laughed in your face and said, D#m C# "Youʼre not Dylan Thomas. Iʼm not Patti Smith. F# C# This ainʼt the Chelsea Hotel. Weʼre modern idiots." F# And whoʼs gonna hold you like me? C# F# C# F# Bridge: C# Sometimes I wonder if youʼre gonna screw this up with me F# But you told Lucy youʼd kill yourself if I ever leave C# And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen F# Everyone we know understands why itʼs meant to be C# F# ʼCause weʼre crazy C# F# So tell me, who else is gonna know me? A#m G# At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger, and C# F# Put it on the one people put wedding rings on A#m G# And thatʼs the closest Iʼve come to my heart exploding Chorus: C# F# And whoʼs gonna hold you? ...Me C# F# And whoʼs gonna know you? ...Me D#m C# And youʼre not Dylan Thomas. Iʼm not Patti Smith. F# C# This ainʼt the Chelsea Hotel. Weʼre two idiots. G# And whoʼs gonna hold you? C# F# C# F# Outro: A#m G# You left your typerwriter at my apartment C# F# Straight from the tourtured poets department A#m G# C# F# Who else decodes you? C# F# C# F#
