[00:07.29]There's a stranger at the party
[00:09.93]That reminds you of yourself
[00:12.39]Someone says you look alike
[00:14.61]And sends you back to your own hell
[00:17.61]You told that boy
[00:18.48]He's lacking confidence
[00:20.37]But the impostor syndrome's yours
[00:22.68]With what you've done
[00:23.55]You set the precedent
[00:26.46]His hands on blonder
[00:27.63]Thinner clothes
[00:29.37]You tell your friends
[00:30.15]You're too resilient
[00:31.92]They shouldn't worry about you
[00:33.84]That even if you cared a little
[00:37.02]There's still nothing you can do
[00:38.58]You turn away and look for validation
[00:42.48]In the audience, starry-eyed
[00:44.88]You'll fool them all
[00:45.72]If there's a mic stand
[00:48.69]It's from yourself
[00:49.59]That you can't hide
[00:50.73]You weren't built for pain
[00:53.34]He's not the one to blame
[00:56.46]You pulled it off
[00:57.45]He thinks you're unconcerned
[00:59.13]But now you're losing your own game
[01:01.71]When every cell in your body cries
[01:04.50]You can't believe in your own lies
[01:07.05]It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
[01:09.51]To stitch you back in your disguise
[01:22.47]So then to bury your emotion
[01:25.05]You'll belt a song about tonight
[01:27.78]Your feelings causing such commotion
[01:30.27]You leave the stage you're on a high
[01:32.97]But there's a stranger at the party
[01:35.49]And he confirms she looks like you
[01:38.16]You'll have to deal with that malarkey
[01:41.34]So what you gonna do?
[01:43.95]You weren't built for pain
[01:46.59]He's not the one to blame
[01:49.74]You pulled it off he
[01:50.67]Thinks you're unconcerned
[01:52.29]But now you're losing your own game
[01:54.99]When every cell in your body cries
[01:57.60]You can't believe in your own lies
[02:00.21]It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
[02:02.76]To stitch you back in your disguise
[02:25.68]You weren't built for pain
[02:28.14]He's not the one to blame
[02:31.17]You pulled it off
[02:32.10]He thinks you're unconcerned
[02:33.84]But now you're losing your own game
[02:36.39]When every cell in your body cries
[02:39.75]You weren't built for pain
[02:42.36]He's not the one to blame
[02:45.51]You pulled it off
[02:46.47]He thinks you're unconcerned
[02:48.09]But now you're losing your own game
[02:50.73]When every cell in your body cries
[02:53.40]You can't believe in your own lies
[02:56.01]It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
[02:58.50]To stitch you back in your disguise
[03:01.14]It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
[03:03.69]To stitch you back in your disguise
[03:06.24]It's gotta be the booze and cigarettes
[03:10.29]To stitch you back in your disguise

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 emotion
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