Poor Me

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Rest on my laurels, some wit and awful pity sustain me Memories leak like a sieve and fuel this fire, its heavy roar defies me Let's not talk in vain about the weather Let's take my tired soul off its tether [Chorus] Poor me Poor, poor me Poor me Poor, poor me [Verse 2] I can't reach the ends of this, if I did then it would be the end of me Need to feign infatuation, stoke the coals of curiosity and longing We'll talk in vain about the weather Just take my tired soul off its tether [Bridge] I need the glory with lights aglow around me My halo shining brightly in tribute to myself I can't have pity on me so tell me another story And I'll accept you gladly and thank you for the help [Chorus] Poor me Poor, poor me Poor me Poor, poor me