The Tortured Poets Department chords by Taylor Swift

• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: C

  D  C  F  G  Am Dm
e|-5---3---1---3---5---5-|
B|-7---5---1---3---5---6-|
G|-7---5---2---4---6---7-|
D|-7---5---3---5---7---7-|
A|-5---3---3---5---7---5-|
E|-x---x---1---3---5---x-|


♫ 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             C
 "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith.
F               C
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. 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               C
 But you awakened with dread, pounding nails in your head
            F
 But I've read this one 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             C
 "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith.
F               C
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. 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               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


Alt ♫ Chorus:
C              F
 And who's gonna hold you?  Me
C              F
 And who's gonna know you?  Me
 Dm             C
 And you're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith.
F               C
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. 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              F
 Straight from the tourtured poets department
Am     G      C  F
 Who else decodes you?
C  F  C  F