The Tortured Poets Department Chords by Taylor Swift

[Intro]
D
 
[Verse 1]
C
 You left your typewriter at my apartment
F
 Straight from the tourtured poets department
C
 I think some things I never say
F
 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         C
 Who else decodes you?
 
 
[Chords]
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,
Dm                        
 "You're not Dylan Thomas. 
  C
  I'm not Patti Smith.
F                               
  This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. 
C
  We're modern idiots."
                           F
 And who's gonna hold you like me?
   C
 Nobody
            F
 No-fucking-body
   F
 Nobody
 
 
[Verse 2]
C
 You smoked 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 awakened with dread, 
                        C
 Pounding nails in your head
                       
 But I've read this one 
F
 where you come undone
   Am           C
 I chose this cyclone with you
 
 
[Chorus]
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 if not me? 

 (Who's gonna know you?)
 
 I laughed in your face and said,
Dm                     
 "You're not Dylan Thomas. 
  C
  I'm not Patti Smith.
F                             
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. 
C
  We're modern idiots."
                           F
 And who's gonna hold you like me?
C   F   C   F
 
 
[Bridge]
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                           
 At dinner you take my ring off my 
 G
 Middle finger, and
               C              F
 Put it on the one people put wedding rings on
                Am      
 And that's the closest 
              G
 I've come to my heart exploding
 
 
[Chorus]
C                           F
 And who's gonna hold you? ...Me
C                           F
 And who's gonna know you? ...Me
 Dm                          
 And you're not Dylan Thomas. 
C
 I'm not Patti Smith.
F                             
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. 
C
 We're two idiots.
                 G
 And who's gonna hold you?
C   F   C   F
 
[Outro]
Am             G
 You left your typewriter 

 At my apartment
 C                          
 Straight from the tourtured 
 F
 Poets department
Am          G            C   F
 Who else decodes you?
C   F   C   F

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