The tortured poets department (2024) (video)

C

1. You left your typewriter at my apartment,

F

straight from the tortured poets department.

C F

I think some things I never say,

"Like who uses typewriters anyway ?"

- Am G

But you're in self-sabotage mode

C

throwing spikes down on the road,

F

but I've seen this episode and still love the show.

Am G

Who else decodes you ?

C F

And who's gonna hold you like me ?

C F

And who's gonna know you if not me ?

- Am

I laughed in your face and said, "You're not Dylan Thomas,

G

I'm not Patti Smith,

C F

this ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots".

Am G C

And who's gonna hold you like me ?

F C F

No, nobody, no-fucking-body, nobody.

C

2. You smokеd, then ate seven bars of chocolate,

F

we declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist.

C F

I scratch your head, you fall asleep,

like a tattooed golden retriever.

Am G C

But you awaken with dread pounding nails in your head,

F

but I've read this one where you come undone,

Am G

I chose this cyclone with you. + CHORUS

C

3. Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me,

F

but you told Lucy you'd 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 it's meant to be.

C F

Because we're crazy !

- C F

So tell me who else is gonna know me ?

Am G

At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger

C F

and put it on the one people put wedding rings on.

Am G

And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding.

C - F

And who's gonna hold you ? It’s me !

C - F

And who's gonna know you ? It’s me !

Am - G

"And you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith,

C F

this ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots".

Am G C

And who's gonna hold you ? + C - F - C - F

Am G

+ You left your typewriter at my apartment

C F

straight from the tortured poets department.

Am G

Who else decodes you ?

+ C - F - C - F ...

(Taylor Swift)