Pity Party by The Fatal Flaw

Everybody’s offered consolations
Everybody’s failed to reach the lofty air
of your exacting expectations
They are left to entertain
You wallowing in pain

Everybody’s earned an invitation
Everybody revels in their own despair
And the reveling’s a revelation:
You feel sorry for yourself
While they drink to your health

Throw yourself a pity party
Don't be late, the party's starting
Throw yourself into that part you play …

Every little lie that you're espousing
Every time you fail at being self-aware
Every time you cry while you're carousing,
You'll be crying 'woe is me'
While they look on in glee, so sorry

Throw yourself a pity party
Don't be late, the party's starting
Throw yourself into that part you play:
A part you're playing anyway
No, the party isn't over yet
No need to part from past regret
What a pity you're a party to it all
That's the part that's pitiful

Throw yourself a pity party
Don't hold back, the party's started
Throw yourself into that part you play:
A part you're playing anyway
No, the party isn't over yet
No need to part from past regret
What a pity you're a party to it all
That's the part that's pitiful

You're a party to it all
That’s the part that’s pitiful

• Rock
• indie
• power-pop
• punk
• Boston