The Tortured Poets Department

[Primeira parte]

C
  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?

[Refrão]

      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
                        G
You're not Dylan Thomas
                    C
I'm not Patti Smith
                          F
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel

We'rе modern idiots
      Am         G        C
And who's gonna hold you like me?

[Pós-Refrão]

   F
Nobody
            C
No-fucking-body
   F
Nobody

[Segunda Parte]

C
  You smokеd 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

Am                       G
   But you awaken with dread
                         C
Pounding nails in your head
                   F
But I've read this one

Where you come undone
    Am           G
I chose this cyclone with you

[Refrão]

      C                   F
And who's gonna hold you like me?

(Who's gonna hold you?)

(Who's gonna hold you?)
      C                    F
And who's gonna know you, like me?

(Who's gonna hold you?)

                            Am
I laughed in your face and said
                        G
You're not Dylan Thomas
                    C
I'm not Patti Smith
                          F
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel

We'rе modern idiots

      Am         G        C
And who's gonna hold you like me?

(Who's gonna hold you?)

(Who's gonna hold you?)

[Pós-Refrão]

            F
No-fucking-body

(who's gonna hold you?)

(Who's gonna hold you?)
   C
Nobody (who's gonna hold you)

(Gonna know you, gonna hold you?)
   F
Nobody (ooh-ooh)

[Ponte]

C
  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 (oh)
C                F
  'Cause we're crazy

So tell me
C                     F
  Who else is gonna know me?

    Am
At dinner
                         G
You take my ring off my middle finger
                  C
And put it on the one
            F
People put wedding rings on
                   Am
And that's the closest
              G
I've come to my heart exploding

[Refrão]

  C                      F
Who's gonna hold you? (Who?) me
  C                      F
Who's gonna know you? (Who?) me
Am
   And 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
And who's gonna hold you

[Pós-Refrão]

C
  Who's gonna hold you?

(Who's gonna hold you?)

Who's gonna hold you?

(Who's gonna hold you?)
F
  Who's gonna hold you?

Who's gonna hold you?
C
   Who's gonna hold you,
                                F
Gonna know you, gonna hold you?

[Final]

Am                 G
    You left your typewriter

At my apartment
C
  Straight from
     F
The tortured poets department
  Am        G              C
Who else decodes you? (Ooh-ooh)
    F
(Ooh-ooh)
     C     F
(Ooh-ooh)