Wicker Chair

In your little white wicker chair
Unsuspicious nobody cares for you
You're so fucked up againYou laugh at nothin' in the pouring rain
And try to tell yourself you're not insane
You fool, I hate you sometimesHey, you know it ain't coincidental
That you're lost in place
It's drippin' off your face
And you're losin' your precious mindSend 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 whileAnd it's hard lookin' at you when you look that way
With your one night stands and your sleep all days
Ooh, you're such a slut sometimesHey, you know it ain't coincidental
That you're lost in place
It's drippin' off your face
And you're losin' your precious mindYou're losing your mind
You're losing your mind
You're losing your mindI said, "You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind"I said, "You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind"I said, "You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind"