Тональность
F F#dim
My grandpa fought in World War II, he was such a noble dude
Gm Am Bb C
I can't even finish school, missed my mom and left too soon
F F#dim
His dad was a fireman who fought fires so violent
Gm Am Bb C
I think I bored my therapist while playing him my violin
Pre-Chorus
Bb
Oh my god that's so insane
F
Oh my god that's such a shame
Gm F
Next to them my shit don't feel so grand
A Dm
But I can't help myself from feeling bad
G C
I kinda feel like two things can be sad (One, two, three, four)
Chorus
F F#dim
The world's smallest violin really needs an audience
Gm A
So if I Do not find somebody soon (That's right, that's right)
Bb G F D
I'll blow up into smithereens and spew my tiny symphony
Gm Bb F
Just let me play my violin for you (You, you, you)
Post-Chorus
Bb F Gm F
A Dm G C
Verse 2
F F#dim
My grandpa fought in World War II when he was such a noble dude
Gm Am Bb C
Man I feel like such a fool, I got so much left to prove
F F#dim
All my friends have vaping friends, they're so good at making friends
Gm Am Bb C
I'm so scared of caving in, is that entertaining yet?
Pre-Chorus
Bb
Oh my god that's so insane
F
Oh my god that's such shame
Gm F
Next to them my shit don't feel so grand
A Dm
But I can't help myself from feeling bad
G C
I kinda feel like two things can be sad (One, two, three, four)
Chorus
F F#dim
The world's smallest violin really needs an audience
Gm A
So if I Do not find somebody soon (That's right, that's right)
Bb G F D
I'll blow up into smithereens and spew my tiny symphony
Gm Bb F
Just let me play my violin for you (You, you, you)
Post-Chorus
Bb F Gm F
A Dm G C
Outro
F F#dim
Somewhere in the universe, somewhere someone's got it worse
Gm Bb
Wish that made it easier, wish I didn't feel the hurt
F F#dim
The world's smallest violin really needs an audience
Bb A
So if I Do not find somebody soon
Bb G F D
I'll blow up into smithereens and spew my tiny symphony
Bb G F D
All up and down a city street while tryna put my mind at ease
Bb G F D
Like finishing this melody, this feels like a necessity
Bb G F D
So this could be the death of me or maybe just a better me
Bb G F D
Now come in with the timpanis and take a shot of Hennessy
Bb G F D
I know I'm not there mentally but you could be the remedy
Gm C F
So let my play my violin for you
