Guitar chords I Forgot About Songs

Key:  G
G
 
To hear a song like that, To have it spoon your sad little heart
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
 
And I forgot about songs, I forgot about what they are to me
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