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I remember it well
Smoked the last of the weed
Besides your armchair
Said you were tired
You said you need something
Need something to hold
So I gave you my coat
You chose to lean on me
Lean on me instead.
I hate the way that I talk
When the words won't give off
The kind of praise esteemed of you
What the hell could I say
When you're two stars from grace
And the world turns for you.
I'm just saying man
If the lord would do so kindly
He could whip me up a clone of you
But I still wouldn't glance
'cause the thought of someone further
'cause I'd have to take a month off work
To sit down in the kitchen.
And explain all our in-jokes
And teach her all our fiction
And cry with her to wall-e
And still I'd fuckin' miss ya
And finally it hit me
That I was not the fix-all
I was just the villain
And every single modicum of energy
Gave to all the little things
Compounded my placidity
And drove out all the good things
And made life oh so heavy
And now I can't wake up and talk to you
Oh distant you
Oh gorgeous you
Oh you.
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 Oh Distant You
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