Stand Atlantic Pity Party Lyrics

[Intro]
Pity party
f*ck you and f*ck your pity party

[Verse 1: Bonnie Fraser]
Paper cuts like a drug, you love sympathy
Genuine deficit, people watch you bleed
Make it up, sell your drugs, milk the tragedy
Yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Bonnie Fraser]
Slow motion crash, foot on the gas
Nobody's safe (Yeah)
God, what a mess, not fallen for it
But I can't look away (Someone's gotta say it)

[Chorus: Bonnie Fraser]
f*ck you and your f*cking pity party
I'm not invited and I don't ever wanna be
Not sorry that I'm not way you want me
So f*ck you and f*ck your pity party
Go ahead, let me be the enemy
I got no time for all your fake bitch energy
Not sorry that I'm not way you want me
So f*ck you and f*ck your pity party (Your pity party)
[Verse 2: Ryan Santiago]
Waking up from a cult on my hands and knees
Think you poisoned the punch, I'm just trying to leave
Wish you luck keeping up with your sanity
Yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Bonnie Fraser & Ryan Santiago, Ryan Santiago]
Slow motion crash, foot on the gas
Nobody's safe (Yeah)
All of your friends know how this ends Can't look away (Someone's gotta say it)

[Chorus: Bonnie Fraser & Ryan Santiago]
f*ck you and your f*cking pity party
I'm not invited and I don't ever wanna be
Not sorry that I'm not way you want me
So f*ck you and f*ck your pity party
Go ahead, let me be the enemy
I got no time for all your fake bitch energy
Not sorry that I'm not way you want me
So f*ck you and f*ck your pity party

[Bridge: Bonnie Fraser]
Paper cuts like a drug, you love sympathy
So f*ck you and f*ck your pity party
Waking up from a cult on my hands and knees
So f*ck you and f*ck your pity party
[Chorus: Bonnie Fraser & Ryan Santiago]
f*ck you and your f*cking pity party
I'm not invited and I don't ever wanna be
Not sorry that I'm not way you want me
So f*ck you (So f*ck you)
Go ahead, let me be the enemy
I got no time for all your fake bitch energy
Not sorry that I'm not way you want me (I'm breathing)
So f*ck your pity party

[Outro]
Giles, are you listening to me, Giles?
Stop putting your hand in your pants