After Hours

Watching everybody leaving

I tell myself

Looks can be deceiving

But I'm hoping that I'm not dead right

There's after hours afterlife

And I'm not prepared to die in style tonight

Tried to follow you out but I didn't know

who you'd be leading on

And you might think people don't live

through being dead wrong

I guess that your parents must have raised themselves

A strictly pious daughter 'cause you

Move through this crowd just like parting water

You dress so nice

You dress to kill

They drop like flies

But who's the funeral for?

Afterwhile

These hot hot nights

Can turn everything sour

Oh I know it's

Not hard to get

In trouble after hours






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