Poor Things Songtext

Briston Maroney

von Jimmy

Poor Things Songtext
I been really thinking 'bout blowing my life up
Gettin' in the truck and gettin' rid of all my stuff
But then I start thinkin' 'bout the ones I love
The luxury of watching you wake up
Nothing's free, but anything's enough

Started staring at the sun, but at least I keep my eyes closed
Lost my two best friends, got some new L.A. clothes
Some people out there really got the nerve
To tell you what you don't deserve
My God, you poor thing
You don't know what you don't know
You don't know what you don't know

And I won't let it slip away
All the beauty and the pain
It don't seem this way right now
But it's getting better every day

I wanna get stoned, drive slow through my hometown
Play the old songs, get familiar with the old sound
I miss the dog days with the boys in the van
Ten dollar smokes in our broke hands
My God, you poor thing, you find out when you find out

And you don't know what you don't know
And you don't know

I won't let it slip away
All the beauty and this pain
It don't feel this way right now
But I'm getting better every day
I'm getting better every day
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