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
 I'm viciously lonely, tossed around
 Most these days, been stuck in town
 So come on and show me, lay it down
 Put the band in the deep end, try to get loud
 All the flags are halfway down the poles
 So why are the dogs still barking at the fireworks show?