You left your typewriter at my apartment Straight from the tortured poets department I think some things I'll never say Like who uses typewriters anyway Butyou'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 Hotelwe're modern idiots And who's gonna hold you like me Nobody No-fucking-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're awaken with dread Pounding nails in your head But I've read this one where you coming down 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 Nobody No-fucking-body 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's 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 And who's gonna hold youMe Who's gonna know youMe And you're not Dylan Thomas I'm not Patti Smith This ain't the Chelsea Hotelwe'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