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You left your typewriter
at my apartment
Straight from the tortured
poets department
I think some things
I never say
Like, "Who uses
typewriters anyway?"
But you're in self-sabotage mode
Throwing spikes down on the road
But I've seen this episode
and still loved the show
Who else decodes you?
And who's gonna
hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you,
if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas,
I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel,
we'rе modern idiots"
And who's gonna
hold you like me?
Nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody
You smokеd,
then ate seven bars of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth
should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head,
you fall asleep
Like a tattooed
golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
Pounding nails in your head
But I've read this one
where you come undone
I chose this cyclone with you
And who's gonna
hold you like me?
And who's gonna
know you like me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas,
I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel,
we're modern idiots"
And who's gonna
hold you like me?
No-fucking-body
Nobody
Nobody
Sometimes, I wonder if you're
gonna screw this up with me
But you told Lucy
you'd kill yourself
if I ever leave
And I had said that to Jack
about you, so I felt seen
Everyone we know understands
why it's meant to be
'Cause we're crazy
So tell me, who else is gonna
know me?
At dinner, you take my
ring off my middle finger
And put it on the one
people put wedding rings on
And that's the closest
I've come to my heart exploding
Who's gonna hold you?
Me
Who's gonna know you?
Me
And you're not Dylan Thomas,
I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel,
we're two idiots
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna hold you?
Gonna know you?
Gonna troll you?
You left your typewriter
at my apartment
Straight from the tortured
poets department
Who else decodes you?