I remember it well Smoked the last of the weed beside 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 And 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 worked oh 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, youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
