[Primeira parte]
C
You left your typewriter
At my apartment
F
Straight from
The tortured poets department
C F
I think some things I never say
Like: Who uses typewriters anyway?
Am G
But you're in self-sabotage mode
C
Throwing spikes down on the road
F
But I've seen this episode
And still love the show
Am G
Who else decodes you?
[Estribillo]
C F
And who's gonna hold you like me?
C F
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
Am
I laughed in your face and said
G
You're not Dylan Thomas
C
I'm not Patti Smith
F
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
We'rе modern idiots
Am G C
And who's gonna hold you like me?
[Pós-Refrão]
F
Nobody
C
No-fucking-body
F
Nobody
[Segunda Parte]
C
You smokеd then ate
Seven bars of chocolate
F
We declared Charlie Puth
Should be a bigger artist
C
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
F
Like a tattooed golden retriever
Am G
But you awaken with dread
C
Pounding nails in your head
F
But I've read this one
Where you come undone
Am G
I chose this cyclone with you
[Estribillo]
C F
And who's gonna hold you like me?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
(Who's gonna hold you?)
C F
And who's gonna know you, like me?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
Am
I laughed in your face and said
G
You're not Dylan Thomas
C
I'm not Patti Smith
F
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
We'rе modern idiots
Am G C
And who's gonna hold you like me?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
(Who's gonna hold you?)
[Pós-Refrão]
F
No-fucking-body
(who's gonna hold you?)
(Who's gonna hold you?)
C
Nobody (who's gonna hold you)
(Gonna know you, gonna hold you?)
F
Nobody (ooh-ooh)
[Puente]
C
Sometimes, I wonder if you're
Gonna screw this up with me
F
But you told Lucy you'd
Kill yourself if I ever leave
C
And I had said that to Jack
About you, so I felt seen
F
Everyone we know understands
Why it's meant to be (oh)
C F
'Cause we're crazy
So tell me
C F
Who else is gonna know me?
Am
At dinner
G
You take my ring off my middle finger
C
And put it on the one
F
People put wedding rings on
Am
And that's the closest
G
I've come to my heart exploding
[Estribillo]
C F
Who's gonna hold you? (Who?) me
C F
Who's gonna know you? (Who?) me
Am
And you're not Dylan Thomas
G
I'm not Patti Smith
C F
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
We'rе modern idiots
Am G
And who's gonna hold you
[Pós-Refrão]
C
Who's gonna hold you?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
Who's gonna hold you?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
F
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna hold you?
C
Who's gonna hold you,
F
Gonna know you, gonna hold you?
[Final]
Am G
You left your typewriter
At my apartment
C
Straight from
F
The tortured poets department
Am G C
Who else decodes you? (Ooh-ooh)
F
(Ooh-ooh)
C F
(Ooh-ooh)
Compositores: Taylor Swift, Fun
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