Pity Party

(Mike McCornack)

You are not welcome at my self-pity party
It all happened to me and I will not share
Life isn’t pretty at a self-pity party
There’s no room for partners in the pit of despair.

Leave me alone with my misery,
I’m in a glorious funk
My fridge door is all done in undone to-do lists
My desktop is decked out in junk
I’ve made friends with my own ineptitude
So don’t try to make things okay
Don’t try to save me with sympathy
Help me by going away.

[chorus]

Look at the sink where the dishes are
And the cupboard where the dishes are not
The laundry is ripening, piled in the bathroom
Where the subfloor is starting to rot
My last meal at home was a month ago
I wake tired and grumpy each morn
The last night of romance that I can remember
Was back before the children were born.

[chorus]

I think that I’m losing my memory
And don’t try to tell me I’m not
I once had a line for this verse that was better
But I didn’t write it down and forgot
So set me adrift and abandon me
Don’t throw a rope as I sink
I’ve managed to take all my reasons for living
And turn them into reasons to drink.

© 2002 McTate Music (BMI)