The Tortured Poets Department / Marron

[Part I: The Tortured Poets Department] [Verse] 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 [Part ll: Marron] [Verse] Whеn the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'Cause we lost track of time again Laughing with my feet in your lap Like you were my closest friend "How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how" I see you every day now [Chorus] And I chose you The one I was dancin' with In New York, no shoes Looked up at the sky and it was The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon [Post-Chorus] Marron [Part III: The Tortured Poets Department] [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 IV: Marron] [Bridge] And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fucking legacy, legacy And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fucking legacy to leave [Spoken] Ok, I wanna do this one more time on this tour One last time we get to sing this together [Chorus] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon