Lyrics poor me - Jonah Yano
The
fire
is
led
by
the
embers
Up
wind,
up
wind
Scolded
by
November
Porous
is
my
frail
skin
Stone
ground
coriander
Reminds
me
you're
the
only
thing
I'll
ever
need
Until
the
day
comes
Poor
me,
poor
you
An
arson,
an
umbrella
Poor
me,
poor
you
You're
the
person
I
owe
everything
to
The
oak
is
swung
by
the
wind
Is
above
the
debris
The
low
rise
and
the
sea
A
slow
tide
to
the
knee
A
coal
fire
and
a
seat
I'm
homebound
but
I'm
weak
I'm
so
loud
but
I'm
weak
I'm
so
loud
but
I'm
weak
Poor
me,
poor
you
An
arson,
an
umbrella
Poor
me,
poor
you
You're
the
person
I
owe
everything
to
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