[Primeira parte]
                      
C                                     
  You left your typewriter 
                                  
At my apartment
                                       
F
  Straight from 
                                       
The tortured 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?
                                       
[Estribillo]

      C                   F            
And who's gonna hold you like me?
      C                       F     
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
                            Am         
I laughed in your face and said
                        G             
You're not Dylan Thomas  
                    C                  
I'm not Patti Smith 
                          F
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel 
                                       
We'rе modern idiots
      Am         G        C        
And who's gonna hold you like me?

[Pós-Refrão]

   F                                   
Nobody
            C                          
No-fucking-body
   F                                  
Nobody
                                       
[Segunda Parte]
     
C                                      
  You smokеd 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 awaken with dread
                         C             
Pounding nails in your head
                   F                   
But I've read this one 
                                       
Where you come undone
    Am           G                 
I chose this cyclone with you
                                    
[Estribillo]
                                    
      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, like me?
                                       
(Who's gonna hold you?)

                            Am         
I laughed in your face and said
                        G             
You're not Dylan Thomas  
                    C                  
I'm not Patti Smith 
                          F
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel 
                                       
We'rе modern idiots

      Am         G        C        
And who's gonna hold you like me?
                                       
(Who's gonna hold you?) 
                                       
(Who's gonna hold you?)

[Pós-Refrão]

            F                          
No-fucking-body
                                       
(who's gonna hold you?) 
                                       
(Who's gonna hold you?)
   C                                   
Nobody (who's gonna hold you) 
                                       
(Gonna know you, gonna hold you?)
   F                                   
Nobody (ooh-ooh)
                       
[Puente]

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 (oh)
C                F                
  'Cause we're crazy
            
So tell me 
C                     F   
  Who else is gonna know me?

    Am                           
At dinner 
                         G             
You take my ring off my middle finger
                  C                   
And put it on the one 
            F                          
People put wedding rings on
                   Am                  
And that's the closest 
              G                       
I've come to my heart exploding
                                       
[Estribillo]

  C                      F   
Who's gonna hold you? (Who?) me
  C                      F
Who's gonna know you? (Who?) me
Am                          
   And you're not Dylan Thomas  
G                           
  I'm not Patti Smith 
C                           F
  This ain't the Chelsea Hotel 
                                       
We'rе modern idiots

      Am         G               
And who's gonna hold you

[Pós-Refrão]
                                       
C                                      
  Who's gonna hold you? 
                                       
(Who's gonna hold you?)

Who's gonna hold you? 
                                       
(Who's gonna hold you?)
F                                      
  Who's gonna hold you?
                                       
Who's gonna hold you?
C                                     
   Who's gonna hold you, 
                                F    
Gonna know you, gonna hold you?

[Final]
                                       
Am                 G                 
    You left your typewriter 

At my apartment
C                                     
  Straight from 
     F
The tortured poets department
  Am        G              C   
Who else decodes you? (Ooh-ooh)
    F                                  
(Ooh-ooh)
     C     F                          
(Ooh-ooh)