After the Party

I miss the music playing in the car
And all the arguments; no matter how big or far

I miss the kitchen, and all the things we made
But most of all, I miss standing in your shade

I threw a party, and I think some people came
And then they left, and I just sat there in my shame

I miss the mornings after a wild Friday night
When I would wake up and you'd be laying by my side

Today I woke up and I rolled over in bed
And I was crying; because I want you here instead



Credits
Writer(s): Wyatt Moran
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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