Текст песни Poor Me

Well I wish that I could paint all of my thoughts to you It's the time my crooked mind it strikes its awkward So 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 head's 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 lost How it really feels from the men that don't 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