Wicker Chair

In your little white wicker chair
Unsuspicious, nobody cares for you
You’re so fucked up again

You laugh at nothin’ in the pourin’ rain
And try to tell yourself you’re not insane
You fool, I hate you sometimes

A-hey, you know it ain’t coincidental that you’re lost in place
It’s drippin’ off your face
And you’re losin’ your precious mind

Well send me a postcard if you get that far
You got a couple pennies in your rusty jar
The truth, you’ve been gone for a while

And it’s hard lookin’ at you when you look that way
With your one night stands and your sleep all day
Oh, you’re such a slut sometimes

A-hey, you know it ain’t coincidental that you’re lost in place
It’s drippin’ off your face
And you’re losin’ your precious mind

You’re losin’ your mind
You’re losin’ your mind
You’re losin’ your mind

I said you’re losin’ your mind
You’re losin’ your mind
You’re losin’ your mind

I said you’re losin’ your mind
You’re losin’ your mind
You’re losin’ your mind