Poor Boy - Belle & Sebastian

Poor boy, I could never live up to your imagination

Poor boy, I was a crush that killed

Poor boy, I could never live up to your hallucination

Poor boy, I was a crush that killed

I had a dream

That trouble always starts in someone’s head

And dreams are real

When you’re asleep you may as well be dead

I predicate

The last 10 years on figuring we’d meet

After the war

In some strange city on a stranger shore

Sure, you think I’d waste my life on this

To be your comfort when you needed me

Lady everlasting friendship

Poor boy, I could never live up to your imagination

Poor boy, I was a crush that killed

Poor boy, I could never live up to your hallucination

Poor boy, I was a crush that killed

We had a time

If we could have it back over again

I’d be a force

Not so polite and not so delicate

I’d trot around

On velvet socks so I could not be felt

I was your fan

Waiting for the day when this God will start to