From the recording Shotgun
Jarret Cooper: Vocals, piano
Daniel Fabricant: Fretless bass
Lyrics
If I made the wrong decisions
Then I might look back in shame
If I favored your position
I'd have done the same
People say live your own way
Well I do, but there’s still some concern
Is there time to ease their minds
Will I ever learn?
Oh, poor me
Poor comedy
Come on and see the show
Now tell me
How it ought to be
When you don't know what you don't know
If I gave an imitation
I'd be right up on that wall
If I shared your aspirations
I might have it all
People tried to pull me aside
Oh they will show me where I strayed
But I've counted the cost
Of Paradise Lost
No claims are paid
Oh poor me
Poor vanity
What will I have to show?
You tell me
How I ought to be
When you don't know what you don't know
Behind those pretty lies
I thought there might be something there
Now I don't see one feeling that we share
Did we get what we wanted?
Do you want what you have?
When it's time to go
Shall we just laugh?
Oh, poor me
Poor jealousy
Hittin' me from below
Ah, spare me
Your honesty
You don't know what you don't know
You don't know
Some become what they're meant to be, though
The same won't be said for me, I know
Poor me
No legacy
All vanity
All comedy
Poor heresy
Poor me