Poor You – Daniel Johnston – letras

Every morning he got up dreading each moment he had to be awakeHe’d look at the floor and scribble on gum wrappersHe never found a better way to joke aroundThe clock would tick, time was slowThere wasn’t anywhere that he wouldn’t go to avoidHaving to see anyoneHe’d sit in a chair and lean against the wallHe just didn’t seem to matter much at allBut late at night, he had a saviorIn his sleep, in his dreamsShe came to him and she saidPoor you, poor youNo one understands youPoor you, poor youAnd every word that everyone would sayGot mumbled up in his headLike mumblejumble and everywhere he wentIt seemed everyone was saying to himBlah Blah BlahBut late at night, he had a mistressIn his dreams, in his sleep,And she would sayPoor you, poor youNo one understands youPoor you, poor youThis story, though not well told, is not that oldIt’s not that funny, it’s not that greatBut I know it to be trueBecause late at night, I have an angelIn my dreams, in my sleepAnd as she runs her fingers through my hairAs I lay on her lap and she saysPoor you, poor youNo one understands youPoor you, poor you