Mr Lonely - Portugal. The Man/Fat Lip Written by：Brian Burton/Derrick Stewart/Portugal. The Man
New York city 1977
Are you living your teens in a shed
Is growing up giving you the bends
Is my little sunshine getting jealous Of the moonbeams feeling gloomy In your bed
Left your friends Where the pavement ends
Little broken bones begins But can you hear me now There's glitter falling And a banner that says Welcome to hell
Make yourself at home
Leave behind free will
Can you feel me now
You know I can't feel this pain in my heart
Because it's honestly been falling apart
Maybe I'm too blind to see Why trouble finds me
But if it's here I'm gonna see where it leads
Call me Mr. Lonely You can call me anything Call me if you know me You can call me king I don't know if you think below me You can call me anything Call me if you know me You can call me king While they're hanging out below me You can call me king I don't think you wanna know me Don't call me king Call me Mr. Lonely
The stars are falling And I bet they got some stories to tell
Been that long ago
When I knew you well
Listen for a change
Can you hear it now
You know I can't feel this pain in my heart
Because it's honestly been falling apart
Maybe I'm too blind to see How trouble finds me
Well if it's here I'm gonna see where it leads
Call me Mr. Lonely You can call me anything Call me if you know me You can call me king I don't know if you think below me You can call me anything Call me if you know me You can call me king While they're hanging out below me You can call me king I don't think you wanna know me Don't call me king Call me Mr. Lonely Whisper our dreams to the dark
You know that song in your head
The bitter past sleeps And the pity on believers And we're lookin' for the way Under fall
Beautiful things Where the pavement ends
Little broken bones begin But can you hear me now Broken promises Alcohol anonymous
Inducted in the hall of fame for vomitin'
I've puked round the world I'm the Duke of Hurl I used to have a girl But she wasn't happy
She left me naturally She left with Natalie They left in the back of a taxi They was laughin' at me So I lit the club Bottles up poppin' shit False sense of happiness Perhaps I'll take what I get I guess it's better than nothing right At least I got this blunt to light I'm doin' what I want tonight Tomorrow I might f**k my life Laugh once cry twice I'm bad at takin' good advice Man this lonely life ain't nothin' nice
