It's funny now we both live in Brooklyn
In the city more than a mile is too goddamn
far
You're in Greenpoint, I'm in Bushwick
The L train is down and I
can't afford a car
Maybe it's a quarter life crisis Maybe it's you
Lately I don't wanna be invited
To your pity party in your well-lit room
You've given up to abandon When you got
no lines to cross you got no reason to run
Now I'm the one feeling empty-handed I
still love him but we still had our fun
Maybe it's a quarter life crisis Maybe
it's me
Lately I don't wanna be invited
To your pity party
Maybe it's a quarter life crisis Maybe it's me
You looked up and shook your head at
The ceiling when you should've looked at me
I reached out like an offered bandage
I can't sit there and watch you bleed
If you want me to stay you gotta say it
Before I leave
Maybe it's a quarter life crisis But I think it's you
Lately I don't wanna be invited
To your pity party in your well-lit room
Your pity
party in your three-peaty suit
Your pity party and the theme is blue
Your pity party in your well-lit room