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.