G G
To hear a song like that, To have it spoon your sad little heart
G G
It didn't give me a better outlook on life but it told me: "I've been there too, and I turned it to art"
C D Em
And that made all the difference to me
C D G
That made all the difference to me
G G
And I forgot about songs, I forgot about what they are to me
G G
I forgot how they hold me, How they sooth me and carry me
C G
I forgot about violins, I forgot how they see me
C Em
Try me and taunt me, And how they finally breathe me
C G
I forgot about chord changes Where the base tone stays intact
C Em
I forgot about drums and Voices with a tendency to crack
C D Em
They make all the difference to me
C D G
They make all the difference to me
C Em
There was this September When all broke through
D Em D C
Turned out all my truths had worn thin, I dangled by a thread from within
Em D
But I heard a violin
C Em
"I'll hold you my child", The song said, and it did
D Em D C
It stroke my forehead with pale hands and Slowly carried me to the bridge
Em D
And as the Chorus arrived I let go - oh
G
And you're so young, You're so young and you come up to me
G
And you tell me it helped you through something bad, You say and you hang your head
C
But this song it helped you through
C G
I get home and I kick my books, Fuck you knowledge
C Em
I was never on your team, never one of your fighters
D
I was born a romantic for a reason
G
Not to be loved, To be a songwriter