Wicker Chair

Wicker  Chair  -  Kings  of  Leon  

  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

    And  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  a  while

    And  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

    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"

    I  said,  "You're  losing  your  mind

    You're  losing  your  mind

    You're  losing  your  mind"