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
Didn't give enough for you to abandon
When you've got no lines to cross
You've got no reason to run Now I'm the one feeling empty-handed
Cause 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
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-piece suit
Your pity
party
and the theme is blue
Your pity party
in your well-lit room