Lyrics:

[Verse 1]**lf**You Left Your Typewriter At My Apartment**lf**Straight From The Tortured Poets Department**lf**I Think Some Things I Never Say**lf**Like, ''Who Uses Typewriters Anyway?''**lf**But You''re In Self-Sabotage Mode**lf**Throwing Spikes Down On The Road**lf**But I''ve Seen This Episode And Still Loved The Show**lf**Who Else Decodes You?**lf****lf**[Chorus]**lf**And Who''s Gonna Hold You Like Me?**lf**And Who''s Gonna Know You, If Not Me?**lf**I Laughed In Your Face And Said**lf**''You''re Not Dylan Thomas, I''m Not Patti Smith**lf**This Ain''t The Chelsea Hotel, We''r5 Modern Idiots''**lf**And Who''s Gonna Hold You Like Me?**lf****lf**[Post-Chorus]**lf**Nobody**lf**No-Fucking-Body**lf**Nobody**lf****lf**[Verse 2]**lf**You Smok5d, Then Ate Seven Bars Of Chocolate**lf**We Declared Charlie Puth Should Be A Bigger Artist**lf**I Scratch Your Head, You Fall Asleep**lf**Like A Tattooed Golden Retriever**lf**But You Awaken With Dread**lf**Pounding Nails In Your Head**lf**But I''ve Read This One Where You Come Undone**lf**I Chose This Cyclone With You**lf****lf**[Chorus]**lf**And Who''s Gonna Hold You Like Me?**lf**(Who''s Gonna Hold You? Who''s Gonna Hold You?)**lf**And Who''s Gonna Know You Like Me?**lf**(Who''s Gonna Know You?)**lf**I Laughed In Your Face And Said**lf**''You''re Not Dylan Thomas, I''m Not Patti Smith**lf**This Ain''t The Chelsea Hotel, We''re Modern Idiots''**lf**And Who''s Gonna Hold You Like Me?**lf**(Who''s Gonna Hold You? Who''s Gonna Hold You?)**lf****lf**[Post-Chorus]**lf**No-Fucking-Body**lf**(Who''s Gonna Hold You? Who''s Gonna Hold You?)**lf**Nobody**lf**(Who''s Gonna Hold You? Gonna Know You? Gonna Troll You?)**lf**Nobody**lf****lf**[Bridge]**lf**Sometimes, I Wonder If You''re Gonna Screw This Up With Me**lf**But You Told Lucy You''d Kill Yourself If I Ever Leave**lf**And I Had Said That To Jack About You, So I Felt Seen**lf**Everyone We Know Understands Why It''s Meant To Be**lf**''cause We''re Crazy**lf**So Tell Me, Who Else Is Gonna Know Me?**lf**At Dinner, You Take My Ring Off My Middle Finger**lf**And Put It On The One People Put Wedding Rings On**lf**And That''s The Closest I''ve Come To My Heart Exploding**lf****lf**[Chorus]**lf**Who''s Gonna Hold You? (Who?)**lf**Me**lf**Who''s Gonna Know You? (Who?)**lf**Me**lf**And You''re Not Dylan Thomas, I''m Not Patti Smith**lf**This Ain''t The Chelsea Hotel, We''re Two Idiots**lf**Who''s Gonna Hold You?**lf****lf**[Post-Chorus]**lf**Who''s Gonna Hold You?**lf**Who''s Gonna Hold You?**lf**Who''s Gonna Hold You?**lf**Who''s Gonna Hold You?**lf**Who''s Gonna Hold You?**lf**Who''s Gonna Hold You?**lf**Who''s Gonna Hold You?**lf**Gonna Know You? Gonna Troll You?**lf****lf**[Outro]**lf**You Left Your Typewriter At My Apartment**lf**Straight From The Tortured Poets Department**lf**Who Else Decodes You?