So help me out

[Samuel Dravis]

Right, I've been listening to a bit of Days of the New (awesome sounding guitar, lemme tell you) and I liked one of their songs, Shelf in the Room. I decided to rewrite the lyrics a bit though:

 

You're so distant

I'm so far away

You're so sharp edged

I die everyday

 

So help me out

I just want to be your friend

So help me out

Let's try this again

 

You're so silent

Now you show me the door

You're so cold

I don't know you anymore

 

Kick me out

Let me go

Ask myself

I don't belong here anymore

 

Kick me out

Let me go

Let me go

 

No one to listen

No one to listen for

Is there any way - no

No, that's over, no more

 

So help me out

I just want to be your friend

So help me out

Let's try this again

 

Kick me out

Let me go

Ask myself

I don't belong here anymore

 

So help me out

I just want to be your friend

So help me out

Let's try this again

 

Let's try this again

 

What say you, insane people?

[Commander Obi-Wan]

How can you write this when you die everyday?

[Samuel Dravis]

How can you write this when you die everyday?

IT'S A METAPHOR, YOU UNWASHED INGRATE!

 

Ehehe. Sorry.

 

Seriously though...if you don't think it's good I could change it. I thought that bit was a little clumsy myself.

[Commander Obi-Wan]

IT'S A METAPHOR, YOU UNWASHED MASS OF-

 

Ehehe. Sorry.

 

Seriously though...if you don't think it's good I could change it.

 

No, No....it's fine. Better than what I can do.