[Part I: The Tortured Poets Department]

[Verse 1]
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
I think some things I never say
Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"
But you're in self-sabotage mode
Throwing spikes down on the road
But I've seen this episode and still loved the show
Who else decodes you?

[Chorus]
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots"
And who's gonna hold you like me?

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody

[Verse 2]
You smokеd, then ate seven bars of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
Pounding nails in your head
But I've read this one where you come undone
I chose this cyclone with you
[Chorus]
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you like me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
And who's gonna hold you like me?

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody

[Bridge]
Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
'Cause we're crazy
So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding

[Part II: Now That We Don't Talk]
[Bridge]
What do you tell your friends we
Shared dinners, long weekends with?
Truth is, I can't pretend it's
Platonic, it's just ended, so

[Part III: The Tortured Poets Department / Now That We Don't Talk]

[Chorus]
I call my mom, she said to get it off my chest
Remind myself the more I gave you'd want me less
I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost
And what it cost, now that we don't talk
Now that we don't talk
Who's gonna hold you like me?
Now that we don't talk
Who's gonna know you if not me?
Now that we don't talk
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots"
And who's gonna hold you like me?
Now that we don't talk
Now that we don't talk
Now we don't talk
Now that we don't talk
[Part IV: Now That We Don't Talk]

[Outro]
I don't have to pretend I like acid rock
Or that I'd like to be on a mega yacht
With important men who think important thoughts
And Lisbon I am better off, now that we don't talk
And the only way back to my dignity
Was to turn into a shrouded mystery
Just like I had been when you were chasing me
Guess this is how it has to be now that we don't talk