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