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 pouring rain Try to tell yourself you're not insane You fool, I hate you sometimes 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 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 awhile 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 sometimes 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 losing your mind --- Wicker Chair - Kings of Leon