Poor Me
Kyle Falconer Lyrics
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It's the time the the croaked mind strikes its awkward
What you saying?
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Pour your jelly in the pan and cook your concept
Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
Stop praying
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
I bear my cross where it's on his head and burnin'
Taught a lesson from the triggers and the trauma
I'm not joking
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Skip quicker with the quality of contrast
My heads boring from this black and white in forecast
Stop living
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
I'm not living, what you waiting for?
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
And I don't wanna see this passionate cry
Unless it's shed from someone who's lost
I don't really feel some melodal lie
How it really feels, how it really feels today
Poor me (poor me), poor me (poor me),
pour me another drink (another drink)
Poor me (poor me),
poor me (poor me), pour me another drink (come home)
Poor me (poor me),
poor me (go home), pour me another drink (come home)
(Go home) poor me, poor me, pour me another drink (go home)
'N' Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
The song "Poor Me" by Kyle Falconer begins with a wish to express his thoughts to someone through painting. However, it is the time when his croaked mind strikes its awkward making it difficult for him to communicate. He continues to ask what the other person is waiting for and to pour their jelly in the pan and cook their concept. This can be interpreted as urging the other person to express themselves without hesitation and to take action towards realizing their ideas. The chorus repeats the phrase "Poor me" while asking for another drink. The lines "I bear my cross where it's on his head and burning" and "Taught a lesson from the triggers and trauma" suggest that the songwriter is going through some difficult experiences and is seeking solace in alcohol. The song ends with the lines "Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit" which could mean that the songwriter is ready to let go of their peace and is ready to face the consequences of their actions.
Line by Line Meaning
Wait I wish I could paint all of my thoughts to you
I wish I could express my thoughts and feelings clearly to you
It's the time the the croaked mind strikes its awkward
It's when a confused mind becomes clumsy
What you saying?
What are you trying to convey?
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Why are you hesitating?
Pour your jelly in the pan and cook your concept
Develop your ideas and plans
Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
If you destroy relationships and connections, you'll be left with no way out
Stop praying
Stop hoping for things to get better without taking action
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
I feel sorry for myself, so please give me another drink
I bear my cross where it's on his head and burnin'
I carry my burdens like Jesus did and it's painful
Taught a lesson from the triggers and the trauma
I've learned from the experiences that caused me pain
I'm not joking
I'm serious about the struggles I'm going through
Skip quicker with the quality of contrast
Move faster and make use of the differences around you
My heads boring from this black and white in forecast
My mind is dull from the monotony of life
Stop living
Stop going through your days without truly experiencing them
I'm not living, what you waiting for?
I'm merely existing, why aren't you taking action?
And I don't wanna see this passionate cry
I don't want to witness someone's emotional outburst
Unless it's shed from someone who's lost
Unless it comes from someone who has truly suffered
I don't really feel some melodal lie
I don't believe in fake emotions or empty promises
How it really feels, how it really feels today
What I want is to feel emotions that are authentic, real and true
poor me (poor me), pour me another drink (another drink)
I feel sorry for myself and want another drink
poor me (poor me), poor me (poor me), pour me another drink (come home)
I'm wallowing in self-pity and need another drink to numb the pain
poor me (poor me), poor me (go home), pour me another drink (come home)
I pity myself and want to forget my worries with alcohol
(Go home) poor me, poor me, pour me another drink (go home)
I'm a sad drunk and need another drink to cope with life's difficulties
'N' Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
And if you sever ties, you're trapped with no way out
Writer(s): KYLE FALCONER
Contributed by Matthew E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Steven Tasker
Wait I wish I could paint all of my thoughts to you
It's the time the the croaked mind strikes its awkward
What you saying?
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Pour your jelly in the pan and cook your concept
Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
Stop praying
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Stop praying
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
[Chorus]
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
[Verse 2]
I bear my cross where it's on his head and burnin'
Taught a lesson from the triggers and the trauma
I'm not joking
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
Skip quicker with the quality of contrast
My heads boring from this black and white in forecast
Stop living
What you waiting, what you waiting for?
I'm not living, what you waiting for?
[Chorus]
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink
[Verse 3]
And I don't wanna see this passionate cry
Unless it's shed from someone who's lost
I don't really feel some melodal lie
How it really feels, how it really feels today
Poor me (poor me), poor me (poor me), pour me another drink (another drink)
Poor me (poor me), poor me (poor me), pour me another drink (come home)
Poor me (poor me), poor me (go home), pour me another drink (come home)
(Go home) poor me, poor me, pour me another drink (go home)
[Outro]
'N' Burn your bridges with the peace and there's no exit
Michael R
Most underrated musician ever. Great songwriter and a completely unique voice and sound.
Gregor Carlin
Scott Gib hahaha, okay
Michael R
Tony Okay The therapist is absolute class... love it
Tony Okay
Gregor Carlin should listen to The Therapist he will probably be releasing it as a single. The lyrics are great on it.
Gregor Carlin
I think he had moments of brilliance lyrically, Face for the Radio, Superstar Tradesmen, Unexpected and Distant Doubloon but I don't believe he's managed to keep that up consistently.
Mavis
The mans a genius
Shaun Paul Doherty
Good to see him back puttin out records. Could have so easily slipped into the abyss but has worked hard to stay and the world benefits from that. Cheers Kyle!
Thanh Dong Phan
Ban hat rat hay¶®©¢
Sus
How can a song like this not be a hit?
romain quinet
I just saw The Struts in Berlin in concert and this fantastic artist was on stage with them to play a cover of "Same Jeans". My God ! He has a new fan for sure ! 😮🎸🔥