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   And 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 a while      And 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 slut 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      You're losing your mind   You're losing your mind   You're losing your mind      I said, "You're losing your mind   You're losing your mind   You're losing your mind"      I said, "You're losing your mind   You're losing your mind   You're losing your mind"      I said, "You're losing your mind   You're losing your mind   You're losing your mind"