Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poor Me , by - Swingin Utters. Song from the album Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, and Bones, in the genre Иностранный рок Release date: 24.02.2003 Record label: Fat Wreck Chords Song language: English
Poor Me
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 of its tether
Poor me
Poor, poor me
Poor me
Poor, poor me
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