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
And 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's the crick in my neck
Sit back and stone me, toss your rocks
Pretty good aim, if you count headshots
I can 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
I'm 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, try to get loud
All the flags are halfway down the poles
So why are the dogs still barking at the fireworks show?
Sit back and stone me, toss your rocks...
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