punchline

I put on my prettiest dress Then cry at my own birthday party Don't I look like such a mess? I don't think I'm even sorry, my sob story Disaster is my favorite compliment I love my party dress I'm having a great time Being the punchline of my own joke I think I'm gonna be fine (be fine, be fine, be fine) This comedy of mine, I laugh so hard I choke I laugh so hard I choke Mascara running down my cheeks Forgot to eat lunch for the third time this week, oh My mom is worried about me, oh Like, how'd she ever raise such a goddamn crybaby? That's so embarrassing What a little bitch I turned out to be Lost my dignity, ran out of money I don't know how I fix what I cannot see Got no clarity, it's kinda funny I'm having a great time Being the punchline of my own joke I think I'm gonna be fine (gonna be fine, be fine) This comedy of mine, I laugh so hard I choke I laugh so hard I choke All I really want, all I really want, all I really want Is a pity party All I really want, all I really want, all I really want I'm not even sorry All I really want, all I really want, all I really want Is my fucking party All I really want, all I really want, all I really want And I won't be sorry All I really want, all I really want, all I really want Is a pity party