The Tortured Poets Department

G
  You left your typewriter At my apartment
C
  Straight from The tortured poets department
G
  I think some things I never say

Like: Who uses typewriters anyway?
   Em
But   you're in self-sabotage mode

Throwing spikes down on the road
                                    C
But I've seen this episode And still love the show
 Em                 D
Who else decodes you?
               G                  C
And who's gonna hold you like me?

     G                             C
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
                               Em
I laughed in your face and said
                         D
 You're not Dylan and Thomas G

I'm not Patti Smith
                             C
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel

We'rе modern idiots

Em              D             G
And who's gonna hold you like me?
       C
Nobody
                G
No-fucking-body
      C
Nobody

( C  G  Em  D4  D )

C
  When the morning came
              G                         Em
We were  cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
                               D
'Cause we lost track of time again
C                                   G
   Laughing with my feet in your lap
Em                        D
Like you were my closest friend
 C                                 G
How'd we end up on the floor, anyway?
               Em
You say, "Your roommate's

                                   D
Cheap-ass screw top Rosé," that's how
C                 G    D
 I see you everyday now
     C           G
And I chose you
       Em           D
The one I was dancing with
               C         G
In New York, no shoes
           Em             D
Looked up at the sky, and it was
       C
The burgundy on my T-shirt
                G
When you splashed your wine onto me
                     Em
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

     D
So scarlet, it was
       C
The mark you saw on my collarbonе
       G
The rust that grew between tеlephones
       Em
The lips I used to call "home"
      D                   C  G  Em  D
So scarlet, it was maroon

G
Sometimes, I wonder if you're

Gonna screw this up with me
 C
   But you told Lucy you'd

Kill yourself if I ever leave
 G
   And I had said that to Jack

About you, so I felt seen
C
   Everyone we know understands

Why it's meant to be (oh)
G                   C
 'Cause we're crazy

So tell me
G                          C
Who else is gonna know me?
       Em
At dinner
                                      D
You take my ring off my middle finger
                      G
And put it on the one
                  C
People put wedding rings on
                       Em
And that's the closest
                           D
I've come to my heart exploding
          C                   G
And I awake, with your memory over me

               Em.            D
That's a real fucking legacy, legacy
C.                     G
Awake with your memory over me
               Em.           D
That's a real fucking legacy to leave
       C
The burgundy on my T-shirt
                G
When you splashed your wine onto me
                     Em
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
     D.                   C  G  Em  D
So scarlet, it was maroon