Verse 1
C Dbdim
My grandpa fought in World War II, he was such a noble dude
Dm Em F G
I can't even finish school, missed my mom and left too soon
C Dbdim
His dad was a fireman who fought fires so violent
Dm Em F G
I think I bored my therapist while playing him my violin
Pre-Chorus
F
Oh my god that's so insane
C
Oh my god that's such a shame
Dm C
Next to them my shit don't feel so grand
E Am
But I can't help myself from feeling bad
D G
I kinda feel like two things can be sad (One, two, three, four)
Chorus
C Dbdim
The world's smallest violin really needs an audience
Dm E
So if I Do not find somebody soon (That's right, that's right)
F D C A
I'll blow up into smithereens and spew my tiny symphony
Dm F C
Just let me play my violin for you (You, you, you)
Post-Chorus
F C Dm C
E Am D G
Verse 2
C Dbdim
My grandpa fought in World War II when he was such a noble dude
Dm Em F G
Man I feel like such a fool, I got so much left to prove
C Dbdim
All my friends have vaping friends, they're so good at making friends
Dm Em F G
I'm so scared of caving in, is that entertaining yet?
Pre-Chorus
F
Oh my god that's so insane
C
Oh my god that's such shame
Dm C
Next to them my shit don't feel so grand
E Am
But I can't help myself from feeling bad
D G
I kinda feel like two things can be sad (One, two, three, four)
Chorus
C Dbdim
The world's smallest violin really needs an audience
Dm E
So if I Do not find somebody soon (That's right, that's right)
F D C A
I'll blow up into smithereens and spew my tiny symphony
Dm F C
Just let me play my violin for you (You, you, you)
Post-Chorus
F C Dm C
E Am D G
Outro
C Dbdim
Somewhere in the universe, somewhere someone's got it worse
Dm F
Wish that made it easier, wish I didn't feel the hurt
C Dbdim
The world's smallest violin really needs an audience
F E
So if I Do not find somebody soon
F D C A
I'll blow up into smithereens and spew my tiny symphony
F D C A
All up and down a city street while tryna put my mind at ease
F D C A
Like finishing this melody, this feels like a necessity
F D C A
So this could be the death of me or maybe just a better me
F D C A
Now come in with the timpanis and take a shot of Hennessy
F D C A
I know I'm not there mentally but you could be the remedy
Dm G C
So let my play my violin for you