Poor Old Christopher Robin - Paws

Baby, stop crying, you’ve got to keep trying

Or else you’ll never learn

And nothing comes easy, and shortcuts are sleazy

You’ll just have to wait your turn

I can’t stop sneezing, my lungs always wheezing;

I am the bubble boy

Sore tummy rebelling, but pot helps my belly:

Green medicational toy

You’ve got to quit moaning, and get on with growing

Put all your bad habits at bay

The glory in dying, the outbreak of crying

That swept all my fears away

Do you still wonder what roof I’m living under?

We ain’t spoke in five years

Things are so different, you can’t trust in Cupid

He shot me and fucked me up bad

The photos and letters that make me feel sadder

Than when you release me

So, Philip stop crying, you’ve got to keep trying

Stay focused and easy

You’ve got to quit moaning, and get on with growing

Put all your bad habits at bay

The glory in dying, the outbreak of crying

That swept all my fears away