You said you're falling like rain all over this floor. My friends say hop in, this place is closing its doors. So it's one to the next bar, to the next shot, to the next house on the next block, and I won't stop cause I can't stop. Can't you another outline? Hoping the music doesn't die, cut after the after party. I walk myself home, one more drink and stare at the phone, hoping you call knowing you won't. After the after party, alone in my bed, me, myself and you in my head, that's when I'm gone, not fooling anybody. After the after party, oh god, I'm crashing, talking to your ghost again. I need distractions, can't hide it when the night ends. No, all I think about is your face, and your tattoos, and your old place, and your bedroom, and now I wish I was waking up with you. Looks like I lost you in my mind, I hope the music doesn't die, cut after the after party. I walk myself home, one more drink and stare at the phone, hoping you call knowing you won't. After the after party, alone in my bed, me, myself and you in my head, that's when I'm gone, not fooling anybody. After the after party, tomorrow I wake up regretting my words, throwing every sip, painting words, solo cup, soda, I hope you. And when the sun goes down and I'm back out, I guess I don't feel it, don't know how, I'm just keep doing what I always do. After the after party, I walk myself home, one more drink and stare at the phone, hoping you call knowing you won't. After the after party, alone in my bed, me, myself and you in my head, that's when I'm gone, not fooling anybody. After the after party, I walk myself home, one more drink and stare at the phone, hoping you call, no, and you won't. After the after party, alone in my bed, me, myself and you in my head, that's when I'm gone, not fooling anybody. After the after party.
