[First Part] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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) [Chorus] 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? [Pre-Chorus] 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) [Chorus] 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 ) [Outro] 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