Viciously Lonely

My new house sits upon the clouds Right next door is the lost and found Pickin' fights with the ghosts downstairs Turn off the lights and plug my ears The trees are killing off in a lovely kind of way And of course, I'm pleading from the porch, "Just stay" Maybe the winter will cut me some slack this year Maybe I'm telling myself what I'd like to hear Tonight I hope I fall asleep before my hands do I might come close to drifting off, but I don't plan to I'm viciously lonely, lost respect My best friend is the crick in my neck Sit back and stone me, toss your rocks Pretty good aim if you count headshots I tend to spend a couple hours a day Waiting by the phone hoping there's nothing to say, but I've got the feeling that my wake up call Is on its way But as my youth begins to expire I'll slowly put a little less wood on the fire But maybe it'll turn like a roll of old film Or a bottle of wine that's been waiting to spill Viciously lonely, tossed around Most these days, stuck in town So come on and show me, lay it down Put the band in the deep end, and try to get loud All the flags are halfway down the poles So why are the dogs still barking at the fireworks show --- Viciously Lonely - The Backseat Lovers