Poor Boy

	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