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