Go Have Your Own Pity Party

[Verse 1]
You show up at my door
Same story
Same three lines in a brand new outfit
Say you’re tired of being the victim
But you frame it like a movie
You’re the only one in it
You want me as your live-in therapist
On call for every “no one gets me”
But you never ask how I’ve been lately
Guess my hurt don’t fit your script
[Pre-Chorus]
You spin in circles
Dragging me through your storm
I tried to hold you
Now I’m tired
I’m worn
[Chorus]
So go have your own pity party
Throw confetti made of all your sorrys
Call whoever still picks up at 3 a.m
Go cry in your own headlines
You don’t get to own my night this time
Take your drama
Take your crown
I’m done pretending
Go have your own pity party
I’m not attending
[Verse 2]
You love saying that you’re “too broken”
Like it’s some kind of golden ticket
Every room
You’re the loudest thunder
But you ghost when anyone else admits they’re hurting
You drain the color out my weekends
Turn my couch to your confession booth
But I’m through renting out my quiet
To someone who never listens to the truth
[Pre-Chorus]
You spin in circles
Dragging me through your storm
I tried to hold you
Now I’m cutting the cord
[Chorus]
So go have your own pity party
Throw confetti made of all your sorrys
Call whoever still picks up at 3 a.m
Go cry in your own headlines
You don’t get to own my night this time
Take your drama
Take your crown
I’m done pretending
Go have your own pity party
I’m not attending (no way)
[Bridge]
I got my keys
My phone
My freedom
I’m stepping out
You’re not invited
You can toast to how the world is cruel
I’ll be out there finally feeling like I’m alive again
[Chorus]
So go have your own pity party
Throw confetti made of all your sorrys
Call whoever still picks up at 3 a.m
Go cry in your own headlines
You don’t get to own my night this time
Take your drama
Take your crown
I’m done pretending
Go have your own pity party
Go have your own pity party
I’m not attending (yeah)

pop, Shiny future bass-pop with male vocals, bright detuned synth stacks and sidechained chords pulsing under a snappy trap-pop groove. Verses stay tight and sarcastic over filtered keys; pre-chorus lifts with airy pads and rising pitch-mod leads. Chorus drops hard with chopped vocal hooks, wide supersaws, and a punchy, clean low end. Light vocoder doubles in the hook, crowd-style gang vocals on last chorus for attitude.