I Forgot About Songs

Do you hear a long like that
Do you have it spoon your sad little heart
It didn’t give me a better outlook on life but it told me it’d been there too
and I turned it to art
And that made all the difference to me x2
I forgot about songs, I forgot about what they are to me
I forgot how they hold me, how they soothe me and carry me
I forgot about violence, I forgot how they see me
Try me and taunt me and how they finally breathe me
I forgot about cord changes, where the base tone stays intact
I forgot about drum sound, voices with a tendency to crack
They make all the difference to me x2
It was just September you know, it all broke through turned out my troops had
one thing I dangled in a thread from within
But I heard a violin
I’ll hold you my chair, this song said and it did, struck my forehead and with
pain and so slowly carried me to the bridge, as the arrived, I let go
And you were so young, you were 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 kick my books fuck you knowledge
I was never on your team, never one of your fighters
I was a born romantic for a reason, I grew up to be a song writer