The Backseat Lovers - Viciously Lonely

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

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 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

Viciously lonely, tossed around
Most these days, 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 are the dogs still barking at the fireworks show

Written by:
Joshua Robert Harmon, Jonathon Taylor Welch, Jonas Tyler Swanson, Ethan John Christensen

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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