[Primeira Parte]
F
My grandpa fought in World War II
F#°
He was such a noble dude
Gm
I can't even finish school
Gm Am Bb C
Missed my mom and left too soon
F
His dad was a fireman
F#°
Who fought fires so violent
Gm
I think I bored my therapist
Gm Am Bb C
While playing him my violin
[Pré-Refrão]
Bb
Oh my god that's so insane
Am
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)
[Refrão]
F
The world's smallest violin
F#°
Really needs an audience
Gm A
So if I do not find somebody soon
(That's right, that's right)
Bb G
I'll blow up into smithereens
F D
And spew my tiny symphony
Gm Bb F
Just let me play my violin for you
(You, you, you)
( Bb Am Gm F )
( A Dm G C )
[Segunda Parte]
F
My grandpa fought in World War II
F#°
When he was such a noble dude
Gm
Man I feel like such a fool
Gm Am Bb C
I got so much left to prove
F
All my friends have vaping friends
F#°
They're so good at making friends
Gm
I'm so scared of caving in
Gm Am Bb C
Is that entertaining yet?
[Pré-Refrão]
Bb
Oh my god that's so insane
Am
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)
[Refrão]
F
The world's smallest violin
F#°
Really needs an audience
Gm A
So if I do not find somebody soon
(That's right, that's right)
Bb G
I'll blow up into smithereens
F D
And spew my tiny symphony
Gm Bb F
Just let me play my violin for you
(You, you, you)
( Bb Am Gm F )
( A Dm G C )
[Final]
F
Somewhere in the universe
F#°
Somewhere someone's got it worse
Gm
Wish that made it easier
Bb
Wish I didn't feel the hurt
F
The world's smallest violin
F#°
Really needs an audience
Bb A
So if I do not find somebody soon
Bb G
I'll blow up into smithereens
F D
And spew my tiny symphony
Bb G
All up and down a city street
F D
While tryna put my mind at ease
Bb G
Like finishing this melody
F. D
This feels like a necessity
Bb G
So this could be the death of me
F D
Or maybe just a better me
Bb G
Now come in with the timpanis
F D
And take a shot of Hennessy
Bb G
I know I'm not there mentally
F D
But you could be the remedy
Gm C F
So let my play my violin for you
