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letra de a song about space - luke rainsford

well i am just a lonely guy writing all these sh-tty songs, hoping to god you sing along. but i can only find the corny rhymes, and nothing seems to fit over these chords that i can find. i’m fine aren’t i? tell me that i’ll be alright, ’cause if you’d tell me anything you’d find that i’d take in every word, hang them up in my room, think about you all the time

well i know i’m not much good with sentences, but i’ve been reading up this week on metaphors and similes. well i know you’re not much fond of seeing me but i’ve been keeping distances. i’m missing you so f-cking much this week

well i am just a waste of all your time, and i’m not that creative so i’ll re-use all my lines. i’ll break the fourth wall, it’s all i’m good for. i swear too much because i write like i talk. i tried to stay in character but i can’t break the habit of rabbiting on ecstatically or singing words chromatically. but you’re not gonna listen, ’cause i’m a background extra and darling, you’re a star. well i’ve got a movie scripts length worth of reasons why i think i could play the part you’re looking for

well i know i’m not much good with sciences, but i’ve been reading up this week on planets, stars and galaxies. well i know i’m not much fond of being me, but i’ve being keeping distances. i’m missing you so f-cking much this week. i’m missing you so god d-mn much this week

you could be the worst you could to me and i’d still be the best that i could be, ’cause i kind of got close to you. i kind of got close to you. i’d carve our names into a tree, but i prefer these rhymes and similes that i’ve been writing about you. it feels a bit more permanent, ’cause they’d just cut the tree down

you’re the infinite expanse of sp-ce, and i’m just a lonely celestial body stuck floating around you. maybe i could be your moon? when in reality you’re the girl with the prettiest face, and i’m just a lonely waste of sp-ce and not the infinite kind. i think i’ve come to terms with just how temporary life is when it comes to me and you. how can something that never happened make me feel so f-cking used. and now i’m shouting over chords, i can’t think straight anymore, ’cause all i hear is another love song and all my senses mimic yours. but i can’t see you, i can’t touch you, i can’t say your f-cking name without tasting bitter coffee, and feeling pretty much the same. oh what a shame. oh what a shame, i’m feeling pretty much the same

- luke rainsford

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