Wicker Chair

In your little white wicker chair
Unsuspicious nobody cares for you
You’re so fucked up again
You laugh at nothing 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 dripping off your face, and you’re losing 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 looking at you when you look that way
With your one night stands and your sleep all days
Ooh, you’re such a slut sometimes
You’re losing your mind