Taylor Swift - The tortured poets department

^CYou left your typewriter at my apartment ^FStraight from the tourtured poets department ^CI think some things I never s^Fay Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?" But ^Amyou're in self-sabotage m^Gode Throwing spikes down on the r^Coad But I've seen this epi^Fsode and still love the show ^AmWho else de^Gcodes you?

^CAnd who's gonna hold you li^Fke me? ^CAnd who's gonna know you if no^Ft me? I laughed in your face and said, ^Am"You're not Dylan Thomas. ^GI'm not Patti Smith. ^CThis ain't the Chelsea Hotel. ^FWe're modern idiots." And w^Amho's gonna h^Gold you li^Cke me? Nob^Fody No-fucking-b^Cody Nobo^Fdy

^CYou smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate ^FWe declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist ^CI scratch your head, you fall as^Fleep Like a tattooed golden retriever ^AmBut you awakened with d^Gread, pounding nails in your ^Chead But I've read this ^Fone where you come undone I c^Amhose this cyc^Glone with you

^CAnd who's gonna hold you li^Fke me? (Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?) ^CAnd who's gonna know you li^Fke me? (Who's gonna know you?) I laughed in your face and said, ^Am"You're not Dylan Thomas. ^GI'm not Patti Smith. ^CThis ain't the Chelsea Hotel. ^FWe're modern idiots." And w^Amho's gonna h^Gold you li^Cke me?

^CSometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me ^FBut you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave ^CAnd I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen ^FEveryone we know understands why it's meant to be ^C'Cause we're cra^Fzy So tell me, ^Cwho else is gonna kno^Fw me? At ^Amdinner you take my ring off my ^Gmiddle finger, and Put it on the ^Cone people put ^Fwedding rings on And that's the ^Amclosest I've come to ^Gmy heart exploding

^CAnd who's gonna hold you? ..^F.Me ^CAnd who's gonna know you? ..^F.Me ^AmAnd you're not Dylan Thomas. ^GI'm not Patti Smith. ^CThis ain't the Chelsea Hotel. ^FWe're two idiots. ^AmWho's gonna ^Ghold ^Cyou?

^AmYou left your t^Gypewriter at my apartment ^CStraight from the ^Ftourtured poets department ^AmWho else dec^Godes you? ^{C F}