Kyle Falconer - Poor Me lyrics

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 pa**ionate 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