Stress

We should take this to my place I've got guilt trips, I've got stress We can laugh about it, cry about it Cry about it Do you have prescription, or are you casual? Do you deny it, or do you fight it? We can laugh about it, cry about it Cry about it You can tell me what's your favorite lie to tell Let's throw a party, baby (whoa, whoa) You and me and my demons, baby (whoa, whoa) I've been feeling so lonely lately (whoa, whoa) Let's throw a party, baby And no matter what you say, it's not going away No matter who you talk to, no matter how you pray So come into my room, maybe we can skip the day It's not about sex, all I'm trying to say is We can laugh about it, cry about it Cry about it Let's throw a party, baby (whoa, whoa) You and me and my demons, baby (whoa, whoa) I've been feeling so lonely lately Let's throw a party, baby So you can show me where it hurts, yeah Am I more than my pain? Is there something to gain from this? I'm trying to piece it all in my brain Does it really get better? Does it all come together in the end? I'm asking, don't mean to offend Let's throw a party, baby (whoa, whoa) You and me and my demons, baby (whoa, whoa) I've been feeling so lonely lately (whoa, whoa) Let's throw a party, baby Let's throw a party, baby (whoa, whoa) You and me and my demons, baby (whoa, whoa) I've been feeling so lonely lately (whoa, whoa) Let's throw a party, baby