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