Kunci Gitar Taylor Swift - The Tortured Poets Department Chord Dasar

C
 you left your typewriter at my apartment
F
 straight from the tortured poets department
C                            F
 i think some things i never say
like, "who uses typewriters anyway?" but

Am                       G
 you're in self sabotage mode,
                            C
throwing spikes down on the road
                      F
but i've seen this episode 
and still loved the show..
Am         G
who else decodes you?

Reff
     C                    F
 and who's gonna hold you like me..?
     C                        F
 and who's gonna know you, if not me..?

                            Am
 i laughed in your face and said
 "you're not dylan thomas
 G
  i'm not patti smith
 C
 this ain't the chelsea hotel
 F
  we're modern idiots"
     Am          G        C
 and who's gonna hold you like me..?

  F
nobody..
           C
no fucking body..
       F
no..bo..dy..

C
 you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
F
 we declared charlie puth 
should be a bigger artist
C                               F
 i scratch your head, you fall asleep..
like a tattooed golden retriever

Am                   G
 but you awaken with dread
                       C
pounding nails in your head
                   F
but i've read this one where you come undone..
  Am           G
i chose this cyclone with you..

Reff :
     C                    F
 and who's gonna hold you like me..?
 (who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you?)
     C                        F
 and who's gonna know you, if not me..?
 (who's gonna know you?)

                            Am
 i laughed in your face and said
 "you're not dylan thomas
 G
  i'm not patti smith
 C
 this ain't the chelsea hotel
 F
  we're modern idiots"
     Am          G        C
 and who's gonna hold you like me..?
 (who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you?)

           F
no fucking body..
(who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you?)
       C
no..bo..dy.. (who's gonna hold you?)
(gonna love you? gonna troll you?)
  F
nobody.. (wuu u)

C
 sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw
this up with me..
F
 but you told lucy you'd kill yourself
if i ever leave..
C
 and i had said that to jack about you,
so i felt seen..
F
 everyone we know understands 
why it's meant to be..

C                F
 cause we're cra..zy
          C                        F
so tell me, who else is gonna know.. me..?

   Am
at dinner, 
                        G
you take my ring off my middle finger
                  C
and put it on the one
           F
people put wedding rings on,
                  Am
and that's the closest i've come
   G
to my heart exploding

Reff :
 C                      F
 who's gonna hold you..? me..
 C                      F
 who's gonna know you..? me..

 Am
 "and you're not dylan thomas
 G
  i'm not patti smith
 C
 this ain't the chelsea hotel
 F
  we're two idiots"
 Am          G     (C)
 who's gonna hold.. you..?

C
 who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you?
who's gonna hold you?
            F
who's gonna hold you? who's gonna hold you?
who's gonna hold you?
C
 who's gonna hold you? gonna know you?
gonna troll you..?
F           (Am)
 wuu u.. wuu u..

Am             G
 you left your typewriter at my apartment
C                  F
 straight from the tortured poets department
Am         G
who else decodes you?

Outro :     C       F
        wuu u.. wuu u..
            C F
        wuu u..