Poor Me

I'd rest on my laurels let some keen wit

And crying awful pity sustain me

But my memories leak like a sieve and fuel this fire

It's deep and heavy roar defies meLet's not talk in vain about the weather

Let's take my tired soul off of it's tetherPoor me

Poor meI can't reach the ends of this but if I didn't

It would be the end of me

I need to fen infatuation

Stoke the coals of curiosity and longingLet's not talk in vain about the weather

Let's take my tired soul of it's tetherI need the glory with lights aglow around me

My halo shining brightly in tribute to myself

No, I can't have pity on me

So tell me another story and I'll accept gladly

And thank you for the helpPoor me

Poor mePoor me

Poor mePoor me

Poor mePoor me

Poor me