Metaphorical

I can bring the broken heart 
If you supply the wine, 
We'll have a pity party, torn apart, 
Self-loathing kinda time 
 
Take your seat, the club has many. 
Depression, meet Regret, 
Misery loves Company, 
Ah yes, you say you've met? 
 
There Jealousy and Anger go 
To beat up Love once more, 
How he takes it, I don't know, 
Who is he living for? 
 
Now everybody raise your glass, 
As I propose a curse, 
Here's to all love's lower-class; 
'Cause nothing's fucking worse 
 
Last call for barbital. 
Proceed out down the aisle. 
I think indeed these guests may stall 
And stay with you a while

Misery's Company