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 loved the show
Who 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 Smith
this ain't the
Chelsea Hotel
we're modern idiots
And who's
gonna hold
you like me
Nobody no
f***ing
body nobody
You smoked
then ate seven
bars of chocolate
We declared
Charlie Puth should
be a bigger artist
I scratch your
head you fall asleep
Like a tattooed
Golden Retriever
But you awaken
with dread pounding
nails in your head
But I've read this
one where you
come undone
I chose this
cyclone with you
And who's
gonna hold
you like me
And who's
gonna know
you like 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're modern idiots
And who's gonna
hold you like me
No f***ing
body nobody nobody
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
Cause 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
Who's gonna hold
you me who's gonna
know you me
And you're not
Dylan Thomas I'm
not Patti Smith
This ain't the
Chelsea Hotel
we're two idiots
Who's gonna hold you
You left your
typewriter at my
apartment straight
from the tortured
poets department
Who else
decodes you