After the Party

It's the little things my mind commits

To etch behind my eyelids

Like getting stoned when we wake up

Coffee grounds and coffee cups

Your silhouette in high top sneakers

And hardcore from laptop speakers

The classics to the more obscure

From Minor Threat to your old roommate's band

Like a kaleidoscope in vibrant hues

I navigate around your tattoos

Said you got that one on a whim when you were breaking up with him

And that Matryoshka Russian doll

That lines your shelf from big to small

What a way to start anew

To shed your skin and find the old youEverybody wants to get famous

But you just want to dance in a basement

You don't care if anyone is watching

Just as long as you stay in motion

We put miles on these old jean jackets

Got caught up in the drunk conversations

But after the party, it's me and you

After the party, it's me and youWith a new outlook on everything we see

From high upon this rooftop over South Philly

To the nights we lose our self control

From the sex, from the drugs, from the rock and rollEverybody wants to get famous

But you just want to dance in a basement

You don't care if anyone is watching

Just as long as you stay in motion

We put miles on these old jean jackets

Got caught up in the drunk conversations

But after the party, it's me and you

After the party, it's me and you

After the party, it's me and you

After the party, it's me and you

Songwriters

GREG BARNETT, JOSEPH GODINO, ERIC JOSEPH KEEN, THOMAS F. MAYPublished by

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