Taylor Swift – The Tortured Poets Department - Maroon (Guitar)

C
 You left your typewriter at my apartment

F
 Straight from the tourtured poets department

C                            F
 I think some things I never say

    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?

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

F
 When the morning came

  C                              Am
We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

               G
'Cause we lost track of time again

F                      C
 Laughing with my feet in your lap

     Am          G
Like you were my closest friend

F                     C
"How'd we end up on the floor, anyway?"

         Am                                    G
You say, "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw top Rosé, that's how"

F          C         G
 I see you every day now

     F      C
And I chose you

    Am        G
The one I was dancing with

       F        C
In New York, no shoes

       Am        G
Looked up at the sky, and it was

    F
The burgundy on my T-shirt

         C
When you splashed your wine into me

            Am
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

   G
So scarlet, it was

    F
The mark they saw on my collarbonе

    C
The rust that grew between tеlephones

    Am
The lips I used to call "home"

   G                      F C Am G
So scarlet, it was maroon

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

 F                         C
And I wake with your memory over me

         Am                 G
That's a real fucking legacy, legacy

 F                         C
And I wake with your memory over me

         Am                 G
That's a real fucking legacy to leave

    F
The burgundy on my T-shirt

         C
When you splashed your wine into me

            Am
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

   G
So scarlet, it was maroon

    F
The mark they saw on my collarbonе

    C
The rust that grew between tеlephones

    Am
The lips I used to call "home"

   G                 F    C Am G
So scarlet, it was maroon

         F    C Am G
It was maroon