Tone: [Gb]
Verse 1:
[Ab] I remember it well
Smoked the last of the weed[Fm]weed beside your arm[Ab]armchair
Said you were[Ab]were tired
You said you need[Fm]need something, [Ab]need something to hold
[Ab] So I gave you my[Fm]my coat
[Ab] [Ab] You chose to lean[Fm]lean on me, [Ab]lean on me in[Ab]instead
Post-Verse:
[Ebm7] [Fm] [Ebm]
Interlude:
[Dbmaj7] [Bbm] [Ebm] [Gb] [Dbmaj7]
-Oh, oh-[Bbm]oh- [Ebm] [Gb] [Dbmaj7]
I hate the way that I talk
When the words won't give [Bbm]off
The kind of praise esteemed of[Ebm]of you[Gb]you
[Dbmaj7] And what the hell could I say
When you're two stars from [Bbm]grace
And the world turns [Ebm]for you?[Gb]you?
I'm just [Dbmaj7]saying, man
If the Lord worked oh so kindly
[Bbm]He could whip me up a clone of[Ebm]of you[Gb]you
But I still [Dbmaj7]wouldn't glance
'Cause the thought of someone further
'Cause [Bbm]I'd have to take a month off work
To [Ebm]sit down in the kit[Gb]kitchen
Outro:
And [Gb]explain all our injokes
And teach her all our fiction
And cry with her to WallE
And still, I'd xxxxin' miss ya
And finally, it hit me
That I was not the fixall
I was just the villain
And every single modixxx 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