After Hours

That's what it is, like, after hours, it's just moments

Moments in time, you know?

You're just feeling so great and everything's clicking and music is perfect

All you need, it's like you're pulling a parachute, right?

And you just, you just jump

And you take, like, some, uh, girl home or whatever like that

It's not gonna work out, man! It's for the night

You know, you're not gonna find love at the ******* after hours

We're at the after hours

It's where everybody goes

When all of the bars are all closed

Yeah, we're creeping in at 3 am, baby

Oh, baby, oh, baby

It's 3 am, why aren't you home, baby, home, baby

I tried to call, pick up your phone, baby, phone, baby

My heels are banging on the bathroom door

Yeah, yeah

We're at the after hours

It's where everybody goes

When they don't have a way to get home

Yeah, we're slipping in at 6 am, baby

Oh baby, oh baby

It's 6 am, why aren't you home, baby, home, baby

I tried to call, pick up your phone, baby, phone, baby

My heels are banging on the bathroom door

Yeah, yeah

Washed up rockstars, cross-dressing boys

Trust fund kids getting lost in the void

If home's where the heart is, I ain't got a home

This bar's like an orphanage

Take me high, take me home

I'm just trying to fix my soul

With the love and the drugs and the smoke and the beer

And the hope and the fear and the tears that I'm crying

I feel like I'm dying, help me, please

Oh yeah, help me, please

Oh yeah, gimme your, gimme your, gimme your love

Oh yeah, help me, please

Oh yeah

We're at the after hours

It's where everybody goes

When all of the bars are all closed

Oh, oh, oh

We're at the after hours

It's where everybody goes

When you don't wanna feel so alone

Let's order up another round