Taylor Swift

Intro C [Verso 1] C You left your typewriter at my apartment F Straight from the tourtured 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? [Refrão] C F And who's gonna hold you like me? C F And who's gonna know you if not me? I laughed in your face and said, Am G "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. C F This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots." Am G C And who's gonna hold you like me? F Nobody C No-fucking-body F Nobody [Verso 2] C You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate F We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist C F I scratch your head, you fall asleep Like a tattooed golden retriever Am G C But you awakened with dread, pounding nails in your head F But I've read this one where you come undone Am G I chose this cyclone with you [Refrão] 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 know you?) I laughed in your face and said, Am G "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. C F This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots." Am G C And who's gonna hold you like me? C F C F [Refrão] C Am I didn't come here to make friends F G We were born to be suburban legends C Am When you hold me, it holds me together F G And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever C Am I know that you still remember F G We were born to be national treasures C Am When you told me we'd get back together F G And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever 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 C F 'Cause we're crazy C F So tell me, who else is gonna know me? Am G At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger, and C F Put it on the one people put wedding rings on Am G And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding [Refrão] C F And who's gonna hold you? ...Me C F And who's gonna know you? ...Me Am G And you're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. C F This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're two idiots. Am G C Who's gonna hold you? C F C F Outro C Am F Tick-tock on the clock, I pace down your block C I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it Am F Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door C You don't knock anymore and my whole life's ruined Am F Tick-tock on the clock, I pace down your block C I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it Am F Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door G C Am F You don't knock anymore and I always knew it G C Am F G C That my life would be ruined Outro Am G You left your typewriter at my apartment C F Straight from the tourtured poets department Am G C F Who else decodes you? G C Am F G C And my life is ruined