I Get Lonesome

I Get Lonesome
Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
There's six six six on the kitchen floor
There ain't no fire in the pan
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome

So glad to be a slab
Stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Piled in the corner
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
Just to make a sound
I get lonesome