Poor Boy
There's a sign that says, "Keep off the grass"
But I wanna cross the line
Got my face against the glass
And I want to come inside
So tell me everything you know
You're the closest thing to normal that I'll ever let go
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
So don't stand so close to me now
Or you'll see through the veneer
I could not keep my mouth shut
Does this tattoo make you weird?
It says, "There's nothing that you owe"
It's just that, lately, I feel like I never want to go home
And, yeah, to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
But I wanna get in his head
I don't wanna fuck with his head
I wanna get in his head
I don't wanna fuck with his head
I wanna get in his head, yeah
Clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I wanna get in his head
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I wanna get in his head
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I wanna get in his head
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
But I wanna cross the line
Got my face against the glass
And I want to come inside
So tell me everything you know
You're the closest thing to normal that I'll ever let go
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
So don't stand so close to me now
Or you'll see through the veneer
I could not keep my mouth shut
Does this tattoo make you weird?
It says, "There's nothing that you owe"
It's just that, lately, I feel like I never want to go home
And, yeah, to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
But I wanna get in his head
I don't wanna fuck with his head
I wanna get in his head
I don't wanna fuck with his head
I wanna get in his head, yeah
Clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I wanna get in his head
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I wanna get in his head
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
I wanna get in his head
I need to clean up my mess, and leave the poor boy alone
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Writer(s): Lydia Ruth Lamb
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