[Intro]
Hi, how are you?

[Verse 1]
Every morning he got up
Dreading each moment he had to be awake
He'd look at the floor and scribble on gum wrappers
He never found a better way to joke around
The clock would tick and time went slow
And there wasn't anywhere he wouldn't go
To avoid having to see anyone
He'd sit in a chair and he'd lean against the wall
It just didn't seem to matter much at all
But late at night, he had a savior
In his sleep, in his dreams
She came to him and she said

[Chorus]
"Poor you, poor you
No one understands you
Poor you, poor you"

[Verse 2]
And every word that everyone would say
Got mumbled up in his head
Like mumble-jumble and everywhere he went
It seemed everyone was saying to him
"Blah, blah, blah"
But late at night, he had a mistress
In his dreams, in his sleep
And she would say
[Chorus]
"Poor you, poor you
No one understands you
Poor you, poor you"

[Verse 3]
This story, though not well told
Is not that old
It's not that funny, it's not that great
But I know it to be true
Because late at night, I have an angel
In my dreams, in my sleep
And as she runs her fingers through my hair
As I lay on her lap and she says

[Chorus]
"Poor you, poor you
No one understands you
Poor you, poor you"