CHORDS: Taylor Swift – The Tortured Poets Department Chords

These are The Tortured Poets Department chords by Taylor Swift on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, and Keyboard.

[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            
 But you\'re in 
               G
self-sabotage mode
 Throwing spikes down
        C
 on the road
                       F
 But I\'ve seen this episode
 and still love the show
 Am         C
 Who else decodes you?

[Chords]
C                     
 And who\'s gonna hold 
     F
you like me?
C                    
 And who\'s gonna know
         F
 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
        C
 Hotel. We\'re modern idiots.\"
 And who\'s gonna hold
      F
 you like me?
   C
 Nobody
            F
 No-fcking-body
   F
 Nobody

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[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
                     F  
 But I\'ve read this one
F
 where you come undone
   Am           C
 I chose this cyclone 
with you

[Chorus]
C                    
 And who\'s gonna hold
      F
 you like me?
 (Who\'s gonna hold you? 
Who\'s gonna hold you?)
C                       
 And who\'s gonna know you 
      F
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
       C
 Hotel. We\'re modern idiots.\"
 And who\'s gonna hold
      F
 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        
 So tell me, who else
            F
 is gonna know me?
    Am             
 At dinner you take
                G
 my ring off my middle
 finger, and
               C        
 Put it on the one people
      F
 put wedding rings on
                Am     
 And that\'s the closest
              G
 I\'ve come to my heart 
exploding

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