Mr. Lonely - Portugal. The Man, Fat Lip

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?

You left your friends where the pavement ends

The road of broken bones begins

Between here and now

There’s glitter falling and a banner that says, «Welcome to Hell»

Make yourself at home, but leave behind free will

Can you feel me now?

You know I can’t feel this pain in my heart

Because it’s hard to see it falling apart

Maybe I’m too blind to see why trouble finds me

But if it’s here I’d rather 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 got 48 below me

You can call me anything, call me if you know me

You can call me king, but that ain’t no one below me

You can call me king, I’m the king, you wanna know me

But no one calls me, call me Mr. Lonely

The stars are falling and I bet they got some stories to tell

Be like 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 got 48 below me

You can call me anything, call me if you know me

You can call me king, but that ain’t no one below me

You can call me king, I’m the king, you wanna know me

But no one calls me, call me Mr. Lonely

Do you whisper your dreams to the deaf (Hello?)

Deny that it’s all in your head (That thought)

The bitter past sleeps, sitting pretty in a limousine

Looking cruely under-fed (The real king)

Leave your friends where the pavement ends

The road of broken promise begins

Feet, don’t fail me now

Broken promises, alcohol anonymous

Inducted in the hall of fame for vomiting

I puked around the world, I’m the Duke of Earl

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 laughing at me

So I lit the club, bottles up, popping shit

False sense of happiness, perhaps I’ll take what I get

I guess it’s better than nothing, right?

Least I got this blunt to light

I’m doing what I want tonight, tomorrow I’m like «fuck my life»

Laugh once, cry twice I’m bad at taking good advice

Man, this lonely life ain’t nothing nice