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Verse
CFAmG
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 love the show
Who else decodes you?
Chorus
CFAmG
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
Bridge
CFAmG
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
Because 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
Outro
AmGCF
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
Who else decodes you?
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