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Poor Poor Me

from Our Wild America by Our Wild America

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I 'bout run out of patience waiting for poor, poor me
And all the expectations that I started to believe
Well, there was never any doubt that I’d figure it all out
I’m all out of patience waiting for poor, poor me
I’m all out of patience waiting for poor, poor me

I checked-out before ever checking-in
I thought I knew every ending before it’d even begin
But they pay arrogance in full and, man, I got my fill
When I checked-out on poor, poor me
When I checked-out on poor, poor me

When I was in high school I hated my own face
And you knew I loved you and I was useful that way
But if anything has changed I wish you would explain
Why next to my name it still reads poor, poor me
Why next to my name it still reads poor, poor me

It was like a promise that what I wanted would be mine
And I went to college, my head heavy from these lines
But if a promise is a joke then every truth I ever thought I spoke
Was just a promise on poor, poor me
Was just a promise on poor, poor me

When I last saw you, I knew you right away
And the look that you threw me said everything you didn’t have to say
Just who do I think I am with all my little plans?
Oh, but when I saw you, poor, poor me
Oh, but when I saw you, poor, poor me

I got into the habit of poor, poor me
And I kind of like it below the surface of the sea
Where everything is cool and I can dwell on you
I got into the habit of poor, poor me
I got into the habit of poor, poor me

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from Our Wild America, released May 13, 2014

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