You Poor Thing

You poor thing

Sharp as a razor

You cut your own ties

And hang your world

On a string of lies

And isn't it heavy? Isn't it heavy

The world isn't against you, you are

It's a trick of the mind that's breaking your heart

You sad soul

Spreading your seed

Hoping something will grow

You're stocking up for

When you're running low

And you're always running low

Yeah you're always running low

The body shouldn't betray itself, but you will

Running through women but moving in circles

Moving in circles

My dear fool

This is my last word to you

I begged and pleaded

Till my face was blue

She eats your young and steals your eyes (she's out to kill)

You can't see the web of lies (and you never will)

I was never out to get you, she was (all I ever wanted was your love)

It was the devil on your shoulder choking us

And no one's hated you all along (my love, my love)

It's always been the crack in your mirror steering you wrong

(You poor thing, you poor thing)

Moving in circles

(You poor thing, you poor thing)

Moving in circles

You poor thing