Did my invitations disappear?
Why'd I put my heart on every cursive letter?
Tell me why the hell no is here.
Tell me what to do to make it all feel better.
IT'S MY PARTYY AND I'LL CRY IF I WANT TO
CRY IF I WANT TO ( CRY CRY )
I'LL CRY UNTIL THE CANDLES BURN DOWN THIS PLACE
I'LL CRY UNTIL MY PITY PARTY'S IN FLAMES. x2
Maybe if I knew all of them well,
I wouldn't have been trapped inside this hell that holds me.
Maybe if I casted out a spell,
But told them decorations were in pastel ribbons.
You can't wake up, this is not a dream.
You're part of a machine, you are not a human being.
With your face all made up, living on a screen.
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.
My friends don't walk, they run
Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun
Popping, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium
We paint white roses red,
Each shade from a different person's head
This dream, dream is a killer
Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar
I threw you out.
I didn't outgrow you; I just didn't know you
But now you're back.
It's so terrifying how you paralyze me.
Now you're showing up inside my home,
Breathing deep into the phone.
I'm so unprepared.
I'm ****ing scared.
And all the boys are smoking menthols
Girls are getting backrubs
I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough
My old aches become new again
My old friends become exes again