There's a Stranger at the Party

There's a stranger at the party
That reminds you of yourself
Someone says you look alike
And sends you back to your own hell
You told that boy he's lacking confidence
But the impostor syndrome's yours
With what you've done you set the precedent
His hands on blonder, thinner clothes

You tell your friends you're too resilient
They shouldn't worry about you
That even if you cared a little
There's still nothing you can do
You turn away and look for validation
In the audience, starry-eyed
You'll fool them all if there's a mic stand
It's from yourself that you can't hide

You weren't built for pain
He's not the one to blame
You pulled it off
He thinks you're unconcerned
But now you're losing your own game
When every cell in your body cries
You can't believe in your own lies
It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
To stitch you back in your disguise

So then to bury your emotions
You'll belt a song about tonight
Your feelings causing such commotion
You leave the stage you're on a high
But there's a stranger at the party
And he confirms she looks like you
You'll have to deal with that malarkey
So what you gonna do?

You weren't built for pain
He's not the one to blame
You pulled it off
He thinks you're unconcerned
But now you're losing your own game
When every cell in your body cries
You can't believe in your own lies
It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
To stitch you back in your disguise

You weren't built for pain
He's not the one to blame
You pulled it off
He thinks you're unconcerned
But now you're losing your own game
When every cell in your body cries

You weren't built for pain
He's not the one to blame
You pulled it off
He thinks you're unconcerned
But now you're losing your own game
When every cell in your body cries
You can't believe in your own lies
It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
To stitch you back in your disguise

It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
To stitch you back in your disguise

It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
To stitch you back in your disguise