Pity Party

My pleasure swirl has officially stopped working

It's tired and older

And I can finally sense that it needs a break

A significant hard hitter

The past just loaded its gun

It's goddamn overwhelming

To get a taste of it

All at once

Take time to breathe now

I won't talk unless you want me to

I'm throwing a pity party

At my house

Take time to grieve now

I won't talk unless you need me to

But I gotta fix these social scripts

Somehow

Mining the bottom of the pit for answers

Mining the bottom of the pit for a moral redemption

You've got hay

In a needle stack

You've got hay

In a needle stack

Take time to breathe now

I won't talk unless you want me to

I'm throwing a pity party

At my house

Take time to grieve now

I won't talk unless you need me to

But I gotta try to find myself

In these conversations somehow

I tried

I tried

To pick out the shitty things I said from my teeth

But I lied

I lied

And the cavity

Is years deep down

I got stuck

I got stuck

On the crux

Of something else

I got stuck

I got stuck

On the hauntings

Of self repressed guilt