Poor Boy Lyrics - 3 Rounds & A Sound - Blind Pilot

Poor boy 

Why don't you try getting water? 

Poor boy 

Why don't you try getting sleep? 

I think if one of us is going to suffer 

Why shouldn't it be me? 

Poor boy 

Your wife is in hard labor 

The rhythm you know 

Is pulsing and drifting to the grave 

When you come to 

You'll be asking yourself just one question 

Was I always this way? 

Was I always this way? 

Think back a year 

When everything stood at the surface 

But bandage you cuts 'cause you don't know what swims underneath 

Hold tight 

The bondage of this life is slipping 

Why shouldn't it be me? 

Why shouldn't it be me? 

When I come back 

You'll be the brightest star 

In the black 

When there are days 

That you want the call we're all waiting for 

Think back 

Poor boy 

Your wife is in hard labor 

Go buy the flowers you'll leave on its grave 

You went with the goal of movement, 

Now one thing is different: 

You don't want to change. 

I don't want to change