Wilbur Soot - Oh Distant You lyrics

I remember it well
Smoked the last of the weed
Beside your round chair 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 steps from grace
And the world, it turns for you

I'm just saint 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
Is 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