Wicker Chair
In your little white wicker chairUnsuspecious nobody cares for youYou're so fucked up againYou laugh at nothin' in the pouring rainTry to tell yourself you're not insaneYou fool, I hate you sometimes
Hey, you know it ain't coincidental that you're lost in placeIt's drippin' off your face, and you're losin' your precious mind
Send me a postcard if you get that farYou got a couple pennies in your rusty jarThe truth you've been gone for awhileIt's hard lookin' at you when you look that wayWith your one night stands and your sleep all daysOoh you're such a slut sometimes
Hey, you know it ain't coincidental that you're lost in placeIt's drippin' off your face, and you're losin' your precious mind
You're losing your mind