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