You Poor Girl
[Verse 1]
Cold winds raging in your brain
With storms brewing up coffee pots again
Walk it off, take a bow
You've done your part, you've said your vows
You're always ready to take it to the edge
And Lord knows you love making a mess
With scattered emotion across the room
To flee and hide in your family heirlooms

[Chorus]
Don't make me cry you poor girl
Was it worth it to fall with your back to the world?
Keep picking the scabs on your scraped knees
Keep chasing that high while you're praying for peace

[Verse 2]
What was the point in talking again?
Make me believe we could be friends
All your abstract underlying themes
Moving through your maze, it seems
Oh so ideal, don't it look good?
To redefine senses as we choose
Only when it suits you, morality's queen
With black ink stains on your dictionary
[Chorus]
Don't make me cry you poor girl
Was it worth it to fall with your back to the world?
Keep picking the scabs on your scraped knees
Keep chasing that high while you're praying for peace