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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

Who's gonna hold you

Who's gonna hold you

And who's gonna know you like me

Who's gonna know you

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

Who's gonna hold you

Who's gonna hold you

No-fucking-body

Who's gonna hold you

Who's gonna hold you

Nobody

Who's gonna hold you

Gonna know you

Gonna troll you

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

Who

Me

Who's gonna know you

Who

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