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
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