The Tortured Poets Department - Maroon Live Chords

Intro: C Verse 1: C You left your typewriter at my apartment F Straight from the tourtured poets department C F I think some things I never say 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 G Who else decodes you?

Chorus: 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, Am G "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. C F This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots." Am G C And who's gonna hold you like me? F Nobody C No-fucking-body F Nobody C F C F Verse 2: F When the morning came C Am We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf G 'Cause we lost track of time again F C Laughing with my feet in your lap Am G Like you were my closest friend F C "How'd we end up on the floor, anyway " Am G You say, "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw top Rosé, that's how" F C G I see you every day now Chorus: F C And I chose you Am G The one I was dancing with F C In New York, no shoes Am G Looked up at the sky, and it was F The burgundy on my T-shirt C When you splashed your wine into me Am And how the blood rushed into my cheeks G So scarlet, it was F The mark they saw on my collarbonе C The rust that grew between tеlephones Am The lips I used to call "home" G F C Am G So scarlet, it was maroon 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 Bridge: F C And I wake with your memory over me Am G That's a real fucking legacy, legacy F C And I wake with your memory over me Am G That's a real fucking legacy to leave Chorus: F The burgundy on my T-shirt C When you splashed your wine into me Am And how the blood rushed into my cheeks G So scarlet, it was maroon F The mark they saw on my collarbonе C The rust that grew between tеlephones Am The lips I used to call "home" G F C Am G So scarlet, it was maroon Outro: F C Am G It was maroon