I Forgot About Songs

To hear a long like that
To have it spoon your sad little heart
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"

And that made all the difference to me
That made all the difference to me

And 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 violins
I forgot how they see me
Try me and taunt me
And how they finally breathe me

I forgot about chord changes
Where the bass tone stays intact
I forgot about drums and
Voices with a tendency to crack

They make all the difference to me
They make all the difference to me

It was this September
When all broke through
Turned out all my truths had worn thin
I dangled in a thread from within
But I heard a violin

"I'll hold you, my child"
This song said, and it did
Stroke my forehead with pale hands
Slowly carried me to the bridge
As the chorus arrived
I let go, oh

And you're so young
And you're 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 born a romantic for a reason
Not to be loved, to be a song writer