Letra de Poor Me de Swingin Utters

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 me
Let's not talk in vain about the weather
let's take my tired soul off of it's tether
Poor me
poor me
I can't reach the ends of this
but if i didn't
it would be the end of me
i need to feen infatuation
stoke the coals
of curiosity and longing
Let's not talk in vain about the weather
let's take my tired soul of it's tether
I 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 help
Poor me, poor me