Taylor Swift - The Tortured Poets Department - Suburban Legends(Ukulele chords)

	        
Intro 

C 

Verse 1:

C 
 You left your typewriter at my apartment 
F 
 Straight from the tourtured poets department 
C                            F 
 I think some things I never say 

 Like, 'Who uses typewriters anyway?' 
    Am                       G 
 But you're in self-sabotage mode 
                             C 
 Throwing spikes down on the road 
                       F 
 But I've seen this episode and still love the show 
 Am         G 
 Who else decodes you? 




C                          F 
 And who's gonna hold you like me? 
C                             F 
 And who's gonna know you if not me? 

 I laughed in your face and said, 
Am                        G 
 'You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. 
C                             F 
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots.' 
     Am          G         C 
 And who's gonna hold you like me? 
   F 
 Nobody 
            C 
 No-fucking-body 
    F 
 Nobody 


Verse 2:

 
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                             C 
 But you awakened with dread, pounding nails in your head 
                    F 
 But I've read this one where you come undone 
   Am           G 
 I chose this cyclone with you 



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 like me? (Who's gonna know you?) 

 I laughed in your face and said, 
Am                        G 
 'You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. 
C                             F 
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots.' 
     Am          G         C 
 And who's gonna hold you like me? 


C   F   C   F 



C        Am 
I didn't come here to make friends 
        F          G 
We were born to be suburban legends 
         C           Am 
When you hold me, it holds me together 
        F                             G 
And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever 
C           Am 
I know that you still remember 
        F          G 
We were born to be national treasures 
         C            Am 
When you told me we'd get back together 
        F                               G 
And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever
 


Bridge:

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 crazy 
            C                    F 
 So tell me, who else is gonna know me? 
    Am                             G 
 At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger, and 
               C              F 
 Put it on the one people put wedding rings on 
                Am                   G 
 And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding 



C                           F 
 And who's gonna hold you? ...Me 
C                           F 
 And who's gonna know you? ...Me 
Am                           G 
 And you're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith. 
C                             F 
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're two idiots. 
 Am          G    C 
 Who's gonna hold you? 


C   F   C   F 

Outro 

C                 Am                      F 
 Tick-tock on the clock, I pace down your block 
                                                   C 
I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it 
                   Am                   F 
Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door 
                                            C 
You don't knock anymore and my whole life's ruined 
                 Am                      F 
Tick-tock on the clock, I pace down your block 
                                                   C 
I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it 
                   Am                   F 
Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door 
                   G                 C       Am F 
You don't knock anymore and I always knew it 
G                      C Am F G  C 
 That my life would be ruined 

Outro 

Am             G 
 You left your typewriter at my apartment 
 C                 F 
 Straight from the tourtured poets department 
Am          G            C   F 
 Who else decodes you? 
G               C Am F G  C 
 And my life is ruined