Letra de Oh Distant You - Wilbur Soot

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

(Oh, oh)

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

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

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