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

What the hell could I say

When you're two stars from grace

And the world it 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 ****** 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

I 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