You left your typewriter at my apartmentStraight from the tortured poets departmentI think some things I never sayLike, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"But you're in self-sabotage modeThrowing spikes down on the roadBut I've seen this episode and still loved the showWho 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 SmithThis ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots"And who's gonna hold you like me?
NobodyNo-fucking-bodyNobody
You smokеd, then ate seven bars of chocolateWe declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artistI scratch your head, you fall asleepLike a tattooed golden retrieverBut you awaken with dreadPounding nails in your headBut I've read this one where you come undoneI chose this cyclone with you
And who's gonna hold you like me?(Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)And who's gonna know you like me?(Who's gonna know you?)I laughed in your face and said"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti SmithThis ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"And who's gonna hold you like me?(Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)
No-fucking-body(Who's gonna hold you? Who's gonna hold you?)Nobody(Who's gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)Nobody
Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with meBut you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leaveAnd I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seenEveryone we know understands why it's meant to be'Cause we're crazySo tell me, who else is gonna know me?At dinner, you take my ring off my middle fingerAnd put it on the one people put wedding rings onAnd that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding
Who's gonna hold you? (Who?)MeWho's gonna know you? (Who?)MeAnd you're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti SmithThis ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiotsWho'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?Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?
You left your typewriter at my apartmentStraight from the tortured poets departmentWho else decodes you?