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're modern idiots
And who's gonna hold you like me
Nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody
You smoked 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
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
Who else decodes you