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

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

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, been 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?