...and I'm losin’ my precious mind.

WICKER CHAIR - KOL

In your little white wicker chair

Unsuspicious and nobody cares for you

You’re so fucked up again

You laugh at nothin’ 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 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 awhile

It’s hard lookin’ at you when you look that way

With your one night stands and you sleep all days

Ooh you’re such a slut sometimes

Hey, you know it ain’t coincidental that you’re lost in place

It is dripping off your face, and you’re losin’ your precious mind

You’re losing your mind