Closest Stranger
Gonna be less real
'Cause you can't handle truth
Gonna stand on down
And let you barrel through
Won't ask for your help
'Cause you prefer the lie
When I show my wounds
All you do is strike
You're the closest stranger
The closest stranger
I've known you my whole life
In fact you gave me life
Sure, we can have peace
With distance as the price
When you watch that shit
You know it makes you mean
I wanna take a baseball bat
To that TV screen
You're the closest stranger
Closest stranger
You're the closest stranger
Closest stranger I've got
I will remember you
As you were back then
In our living room
Clutching your sides at Seinfeld
When you're sick of winning (When you're sick of winning)
Will you comfort me? (Will you comfort me?)
The adult you bore
Whose inner child is screaming
Closest stranger (ah-ah ah)
You're the closest stranger
Closest stranger (ah-ah ah)
You're the closest stranger I've got
I've got
I've got
Closest stranger I've got
Finally, I'm at last, at least making money because Dad would never ever have approved of living as a singer-songwriter
'Cause you can't handle truth
Gonna stand on down
And let you barrel through
Won't ask for your help
'Cause you prefer the lie
When I show my wounds
All you do is strike
You're the closest stranger
The closest stranger
I've known you my whole life
In fact you gave me life
Sure, we can have peace
With distance as the price
When you watch that shit
You know it makes you mean
I wanna take a baseball bat
To that TV screen
You're the closest stranger
Closest stranger
You're the closest stranger
Closest stranger I've got
I will remember you
As you were back then
In our living room
Clutching your sides at Seinfeld
When you're sick of winning (When you're sick of winning)
Will you comfort me? (Will you comfort me?)
The adult you bore
Whose inner child is screaming
Closest stranger (ah-ah ah)
You're the closest stranger
Closest stranger (ah-ah ah)
You're the closest stranger I've got
I've got
I've got
Closest stranger I've got
Finally, I'm at last, at least making money because Dad would never ever have approved of living as a singer-songwriter
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Writer(s): Charlene Kaye
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