Poor Me
Wait I wish I could paint all of my thoughts to you
It's the time the the croaked mind strikes its awkward
What you saying?
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Pour your jelly in the pan and cook your concept
Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
Stop praying
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Stop praying
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
I bear my cross where it's on his head and burnin'
Taught a lesson from the triggers and the trauma
I'm not joking
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Skip quicker with the quality of contrast
My heads boring from this black and white in forecast
Stop living
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
I'm not living, what you waiting for?
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
And I don't wanna see this passionate cry
Unless it's shed from someone who's lost
I don't really feel some melodal lie
How it really feels, how it really feels today
Poor me (poor me), poor me (poor me),
pour me another drink (another drink)
Poor me (poor me),
poor me (poor me), pour me another drink (come home)
Poor me (poor me),
poor me (go home), pour me another drink (come home)
(Go home) poor me, poor me, pour me another drink (go home)
'N' Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
It's the time the the croaked mind strikes its awkward
What you saying?
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Pour your jelly in the pan and cook your concept
Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
Stop praying
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Stop praying
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
I bear my cross where it's on his head and burnin'
Taught a lesson from the triggers and the trauma
I'm not joking
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Skip quicker with the quality of contrast
My heads boring from this black and white in forecast
Stop living
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
I'm not living, what you waiting for?
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
And I don't wanna see this passionate cry
Unless it's shed from someone who's lost
I don't really feel some melodal lie
How it really feels, how it really feels today
Poor me (poor me), poor me (poor me),
pour me another drink (another drink)
Poor me (poor me),
poor me (poor me), pour me another drink (come home)
Poor me (poor me),
poor me (go home), pour me another drink (come home)
(Go home) poor me, poor me, pour me another drink (go home)
'N' Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
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Writer(s): Kyle Falconer
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