Lyrics Mr. Lonely - Portugal. The Man, Fat Lip

Mr. Lonely

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