Lirik & Kunci Gitar The Tortured Poets Department
Capo: Fret 4
[Intro]
C G Am F
[Verse 1]
C
You left your typewriter at my apartment
G
Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
Am
I think some things I never say
F
Like "Who uses a typewriter anyway?"
C
You buy me dinner, then you take me home
G
To your apartment where you live alone
Am
We fall asleep to the TV on
F
And wake up before the break of dawn
[Pre-Chorus]
C
And I laughed in your face and said
G
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
Am
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
F
We're modern idiots"
C
And I read you the poems you left
G
And you tell me that you're so depressed
Am
But who's gonna hold you like me?