The Backseat Lovers - Viciously Lonely lyrics
[The Backseat Lovers - Viciously Lonely lyrics]
My new house sit's upon the clouds
Right next door is the lost and found
Pickin fights with the ghost downstairs
Turn off the lights and plug my ears
The trees are killin 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 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 hopin
There's nothin to say
But I've got the feeling that
My wake up call is on it's 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 I'm 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're the dogs still barkin
At the firework show?
Sit back and stone me, toss your rocks
Right next door is the lost and found
Pickin fights with the ghost downstairs
Turn off the lights and plug my ears
The trees are killin 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 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 hopin
There's nothin to say
But I've got the feeling that
My wake up call is on it's 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 I'm 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're the dogs still barkin
At the firework show?
Sit back and stone me, toss your rocks