The After Party

Have you ever really been to a party that you liked?
If you'd say yes, I've got jealousy
Can't be around a bunch of strangers touching me

But the bass bumps loud, rattles through your chest
Reverberating through your exhaled breath
When you lock eyes with the girl next door
And you wonder what the hell she's looking at you for

As your blood starts to thin
You're dancing alone
And I don't mean to ruin the mood
But I think I need to go home

Save me a dance for the next time
Maybe in another life I'd
Be the type of girl you'd like

And I really wish that were true
And I really mean that
Just not for you

I'm the Jesus Christ of the after party
Turning your tears into Bacardi
Better facing the world when your eyesight's starry
Spaceships lit they'll never stop you now

When the cops show up and they say go home
You walk with your crew but you still feel alone
Your best friends throwing up in someone's yard
And you're wondering how you managed to walk that far

Ain't got money for a cab
Ain't got cash for the bar
And your designated driver wrecked her fucking car
We'd wander the city for an hour or two
Then pick up some hangover food like we used to

Guess it's not so bad
In retrospect
I'm too old for that, guess I lost my chance
I want these fucking years of my life back!

Save me a dance for the next time
Maybe in another life
I'd be the type of girl you'd like

And I really wish that were true
And I really mean that
Just not for you

I'm the Jesus Christ of the after party
Turning your tears into Bacardi
Better facing the world when your eyesight's starry
Spaceships lit, they'll never stop me now