Sorry For Myself Songtext
I don't feel pretty
This food is shitty
This traffic sucks
It makes me dizzy
You said you'd call me
You kept me waiting
Next thing, you want me
I'm sick of dating
Yeah
This food is shitty
This traffic sucks
It makes me dizzy
You said you'd call me
You kept me waiting
Next thing, you want me
I'm sick of dating
Yeah
Oh, yeah
See, nobody understands me quite like Elvis do
So I pray to Madonna 'cause she gets my groove
I've had a bad day
I'm in a bad mood
I turn up the music so loud and I yell
The neighbors below me can just go to hell
They hit me with that broom-broom tap-tap
I hit 'em with a boom-boom back, oh well
I'm exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
I can't stay focused
Adderall broken
Texting my therapist
She text back, she like, "who this?"
My thoughts are crazy
I can't control 'em
Sympathize, but leave me alone I just wanna break my cell phone
Nobody understand me quite like Dolly do
So I pray to Nirvana so I don't fight these fools
I've had a bad day
I'm in a bad mood
I turn up the music so loud and I yell
The neighbors below me can just go to hell
They hit me with that broom-broom tap-tap
I hit 'em with a boom-boom back, oh well
I'm exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
It's my party, I'll cry if I want
I know I'll survive like Aretha's legend
Maybe I'm dramatic when I block you
Or maybe I just need a little extra attention
I turn up the music so loud and I yell
The neighbors below me can just go to hell
They hit me with that broom-broom tap-tap
I hit 'em with a boom-boom back, oh well
I'm exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
Exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
Exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
See, nobody understands me quite like Elvis do
So I pray to Madonna 'cause she gets my groove
I've had a bad day
I'm in a bad mood
I turn up the music so loud and I yell
The neighbors below me can just go to hell
They hit me with that broom-broom tap-tap
I hit 'em with a boom-boom back, oh well
I'm exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
I can't stay focused
Adderall broken
Texting my therapist
She text back, she like, "who this?"
My thoughts are crazy
I can't control 'em
Sympathize, but leave me alone I just wanna break my cell phone
Nobody understand me quite like Dolly do
So I pray to Nirvana so I don't fight these fools
I've had a bad day
I'm in a bad mood
I turn up the music so loud and I yell
The neighbors below me can just go to hell
They hit me with that broom-broom tap-tap
I hit 'em with a boom-boom back, oh well
I'm exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
It's my party, I'll cry if I want
I know I'll survive like Aretha's legend
Maybe I'm dramatic when I block you
Or maybe I just need a little extra attention
I turn up the music so loud and I yell
The neighbors below me can just go to hell
They hit me with that broom-broom tap-tap
I hit 'em with a boom-boom back, oh well
I'm exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
Exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
Exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
