Verse 1:
[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?"
[Am] But you're in self-sabotage [G]mode
Throwing spikes down on the [C]road
But I've seen this epi[F]episode and still love the show
[Am]Who else de[C]decodes you?
Chords:
[C] And who's gonna hold you l[F]like me?
[C] And who's gonna know you if n[F]not me?
I laughed in your face and said,
[Dm] "You're not Dylan Thomas. [C]I'm not Patti Smith.
[F] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel.[C]Hotel. We're modern idiots."
And who's gonna hold you l[F]like me?
No[C]Nobody
No-xxxxing-[F]No-xxxxing-body
No[F]Nobody
Verse 2:
[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
[Am] But you awakened with [G]dread, pounding nails in your [C]head
But I've read this one[F]one where you come undone
I [Am]chose this cy[C]cyclone with you
Chorus:
[C] And who's gonna hold you l[F]like me?
-Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?-
[C] And who's gonna know you if n[F]not me? -Who's gonna know you?-
I laughed in your face and said,
[Dm] "You're not Dylan Thomas. [C]I'm not Patti Smith.
[F] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel.[C]Hotel. We're modern idiots."
And who's gonna hold you l[F]like me?
Interlude:
[C] [F] [C] [F]
Bridge:
[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
[C] 'Cause we're cr[F]crazy
So tell me,[C]me, who else is gonna kn[F]know me?
At [Am]dinner you take my ring off my [G]middle finger, and
Put it on the [C]one people put [F]wedding rings on
And that's the [Am]closest I've come to [G]my heart exploding
Alt Chorus:
[C] And who's gonna hold you? .[F]...Me
[C] And who's gonna know you? .[F]...Me
[Dm]And you're not Dylan Thomas.[C]Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith.
[F] This ain't the Chelsea Hotel.[C]Hotel. We're two idiots.
And who's gonna [G]hold you?
Interlude:
[C] [F] [C] [F]
Outro:
[Am] You left your [G]typerwriter at my apartment
[C]Straight from the tourtured [F]poets department
[Am] Who else de[G]decodes you? [C] [F]
Outro:
[C] [F] [C] [F]
