In your little white wicker chair 
Unsuspicious nobody cares for you 
You're so [bad word] 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 [bad word] jar 
The [bad word] you've been gone for awhile 
It's hard lookin' at you when you look that way 
With your one night stands and your sleep all days 
Ooh you're such a [bad word] 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