Late to the Party

Sorry I was late to the party I was wondering whether I should come I got used to being uninvited Turning back when the night is young Guess I wasn't sure if you'd wait up Didn't wanna make a fool of myself Didn't wanna get to the doorbell With nothing to say Nothing to wear Empty-handed, vacant stare But at least I'd be there At least I'd be there Sorry I'm still here in my closet Dressing up, and dressing down Oh how indecisive I've become Looking for a ride, a getaway car I can't find my pride or a gold star Where are all the girls with colors like me I don't wanna make a fool of myself I don't wanna get to the doorbell With nothing to say Nothing to wear Empty-handed, vacant stare But at least I'd be there At least I'd be there I can hear them They're at the front door Welcome to the neighborhood Are you made like me Or are you good If I could answer that, I would I am walking in to the party Didn't think it'd be this clean Did you wanna see some ID I seem to have misplaced myself Someone left me high on the wrong shelf With nothing to say Nothing to wear Empty-handed, vacant stare But at least I'm out here At least I'm out here