Pity
By: Morgan Morse
Duration
6:14
Genres
Description
One of the only songs I've ever written about a specific person. But don't worry, they deserve it.
Lyrics
It doesn’t matter why I was there But I saw you in a store the other day A pause, a thought, should I give you a piece of my mind? But I left you alone Remember after everything fell apart You took us aside, you started your act The contrite demeanor, the catch in your throat You were sorry, so sorry Just a sad little sack of a hopeless man Sitting on the floor But we didn’t want your apologies Anymore So pity, pity, pity Pity, pity, pity me Poor little baby, let me show you my sympathy (violin, symphony) Pity pity pity pity Pretty pretty pretty please You want it, well you got it But it’s all you get from me Is pity Those people weren’t just names on a wall There was somebody’s future in your hands You let everyone down, even the people who cared And you think that it’s you who’s been treated unfair Does a lonely violin play a lonely song, Inside your mind? You still think you’re the victim When you know that you Did the crime I heard you got a new job I hear that it’s glamorous Well, when you take your cigarette break I hope that you take a moment and think of us Then pick up that box and get in your car And drive away It’s the only thing you can deliver on Anyway
