Life Of The Party

Your friends made dinner plans for six but the fifth couldn't make it

Now you're staring through your plate whiffing the PDA in

Catch an Uber to the bar

And now you're stumbling out the car hoping tonight's your lucky break

When no ones home the doorbell seems to have a different ring

There's too much space alone there in your California king

Your parents call you to check in

They always ask you how you've been and if you found somebody new

Don't you hate it when he calls by a different name

Does it make you happy knowing that you don't mean a thing

I know you wish you had somebody that would treat you like a queen