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