Poor Boy
Such A Surge Lyrics


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Mind is empty like a six pack
If we could we would throw it away
Silence like silver
Empty words went gold and if we could fly

I close my eyes to see the stranger under my skin
Laughing about me
Feelin' high
With my concrete feet on the ground
Poor boy

[Chorus]
They want me to say
That good things will come your way
One day
Soul no control

And if we could we would yeah throw it away
You're the last one cause it seems anyone else is gone
So please stay
I open my eyes and voices in my head

They're talkin' about me
Feeling down
With my head in the clouds
Poor boy

[Chorus]

I try to fill hard times with green
I try to throw the blinding red away
They say the only way to make theme pay is to lie
I rather die

250000 ways to die so it's my choice
What you see is what you get
So am I better off dead ?





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Poor Boy" by Such A Surge is a reflection on feelings of emptiness, desperation, and lack of control. The lyrics describe the overwhelming feeling of an empty mind, wanting to throw it all away but being unable to escape the cyclical nature of life. The images of "silence like silver" and "empty words went gold" portray the worthlessness of communication in the face of internal struggles. The singer has a sense of disconnection from their own body, seeing a stranger "under my skin," but accepting their reality with "concrete feet on the ground." The repetition of "poor boy" in the chorus adds to the sense of hopelessness.


The second verse begins with the plea, "They want me to say / That good things will come your way / One day." The singer is grappling with the pressure to provide reassurance that things will get better, despite feeling out of control themselves. The voices in their head are "talkin' about me," adding to their feeling of isolation. They attempt to escape through substance abuse, "try[ing] to fill hard times with green [and] throw the blinding red away," but ultimately reject the idea that lying to make money is worth it. The song ends with the haunting question, "So am I better off dead?"


Overall, the lyrics of "Poor Boy" paint a bleak picture of mental health struggles and societal pressures. The repetitive chorus and use of color imagery add to the feeling of hopelessness, while the rejection of societal norms suggests a desire for something more authentic.


Line by Line Meaning

Mind is empty like a six pack
My mind is as empty as a pack of six beers


If we could we would throw it away
If possible, we would discard it


Silence like silver
Silence is as precious as silver


Empty words went gold and if we could fly
Meaningless words became valuable, and if we had the ability to fly


I close my eyes to see the stranger under my skin
I shut my eyes to view the unfamiliar person residing within myself


Laughing about me
Giggling at my expense


Feelin' high
Feeling euphoric


With my concrete feet on the ground
Despite feeling euphoric, my body is still rooted to the ground


Poor boy
A phrase expressing sorrow or pity


[Chorus]
Recurring refrain of the song


They want me to say
They desire for me to communicate


That good things will come your way
That positive occurrences will transpire in your life


One day
Someday in the future


Soul no control
My soul is uncontrollable


And if we could we would yeah throw it away
Ideally, we would dispose of it


You're the last one cause it seems anyone else is gone
You are the sole remaining person because everyone else appears to have departed


So please stay
Continuously remain present, please


I open my eyes and voices in my head
I open my eyes, and my internal monologue commences


They're talkin' about me
My internal monologue is speaking about me


Feeling down
Feeling low-spirited


With my head in the clouds
Having unrealistic thoughts or ideas


I try to fill hard times with green
During difficult periods, I attempt to use drugs to cope


I try to throw the blinding red away
I endeavor to discard my anger


They say the only way to make theme pay is to lie
People assert that dishonesty is the sole method to earn money


I rather die
I prefer death to being deceitful


250000 ways to die so it's my choice
There are numerous methods of dying, and the selection is mine to make


What you see is what you get
What is visible is the reality


So am I better off dead ?
Thus, is my demise more beneficial?


[Chorus]
Recurring refrain of the song




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Written by: JAMES MC CULLOCH, NICK GILDER

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