Hold my breath and I freeze as I bite my tongue
There’s a rush of blood to my head, I must look so dumb
I don’t know why I try to be honest
In a room full of sharks and piranhas
Can’t escape all the fake
Know there will be blood
I just can’t do parties
Now I’m crying in a taxi ride home
I deserve to be alone
Now my cover’s blown
I should just go home
All these people I don’t know
And I don’t even smoke
I should just go
Just walked in but I already lost my friends
How can I be myself? I don’t know who I am
Words shoot out their mouths like vomit
Drinking lies like gin and tonic
Wishing I could just crawl out of my skin
I just can’t do parties
Now I’m crying in a taxi ride home
I deserve to be alone
Now my cover’s blown
I should just go home
All these people I don’t know
And I don’t even smoke
I should just go
I just can’t do parties
Now I’m crying in a taxi
And my phone is dying, save me
I just need someone to take me home
I just get this sick in my stomach
Need to go outside, ’cause I’m nauseous
Everybody here is so flawless
I just can’t do, I just can’t do
One more night of this post party trauma
Please stop talking shit, I don’t wanna
I’m so sick of the high school drama
I just can’t do, I just can’t do
Post party trauma, trauma
Post party trauma
Songwriters: Elizabeth Lowell Boland / Hrag Sanbalian / Mckenna Grace
WHAO! Am I right? What a rush of blood to the head, the heart and the “feels”. Where was she when I was 15 to council me? She has it together and I’m 40+ Now I feel silly. Well good on her.
Let’s face it’s. One of her songs is, flat out, called “dysmorphia”. This young gal, knows what she’s going through and she’s hanging her dirty laudry out there loud and proud. Hell, I’ve done it.
Love her.
Love you.
Love me.
As the lyrics from the other song goes… (Do All My Friends Hate Me)…
“Sometimes I feel like I’m crazy
Like all my friends hate me
Overthinking alone
No one picks up their phone”
That level of *practically* begging for help.
Here is that one