Deflecting

It's Friday night
And everybody's going the wrong way through the roundabout
And Johnny's gone back to the parts of the state that we forgot about
And I'm gonna spend another quiet night at home
Listening to the sound of my dead phone
And I'm gonna spend another year alone

It's your golden years don't let them rot like your daisy plant
But don't forget to plan till the day before your death
And I'm gonna spend 20 years alone
Forever living in a quiet night at home

No one's outside
They're all living in Dockside Friday till Monday
And I've built my electric fence to deflect friends
I'm gonna spend 70 years alone
Listening to the sound of my dead phone

It's Tuesday night
And everybody's got their heads around
Today I thrived until Diamond shined her charcoal heart
Then everything managed to shred itself apart
And I'm gonna spend the rest of the week alone
Wrapped in blue, swaddled away at home
And I'm gonna glue my hands to my phone

It's your golden years don't let them rot like your daisy plant
But don't forget to plan till the day before your death
And I'm gonna spend 20 years alone
Forever living in a quiet night at home

No one's outside
They're all living independently every single day
And I've built my electric fence to deflect friends
I'm gonna spend 70 years alone
Listening to the sound of my dead phone

And they drift away
And they drift away



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Lee
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