One Big Party

You and me were one big party Wasn't it the best of times? Strangers when the whole thing started Thought that we could go all night You're like champagne on the floor boards Thought I cleaned you up until I found more Yeah, I thought I cleaned you up but I found more You're like a love seat on the front porch Don't make any sense but damn hard to ignore How can something so sweet be an eyesore? And I try to forget that you were mine, to forget last night But my feet keep sticking to the beer spilled in the kitchen And now that everyone's gone I'ma cry if I want You and me were one big party Wasn't it the best of times? Strangers when the whole thing started Thought that we could go all night But eventually it's 6 in the morning You wake up and you want to cry You got a headache and you're feeling sorry I guess the hardest thing about a party Is knowing when to say goodnight You're like a wounded soldier on the table Gotta throw you out, such a waste though Shame throwing out such a pretty face though And I try to forget that you were mine, to forget last night But my ears keep ringing from the fuck you's you were singing And now that everyone's gone I'ma cry if I want You and me were one big party Wasn't it the best of times? Strangers when the whole thing started Thought that we could go all night But eventually it's 6 in the morning You wake up and you want to cry You got a headache and you're feeling sorry I guess the hardest thing about a party Is knowing when to say goodnight (Yeah) Is knowing when to say goodnight And I'm trying to remember the way it all played out, played out We were drinking and screaming then you found your way out, way out And I'm trying to remember the way it all played out, played out We were drinking and screaming then you found your way out, way out You and me were one big party Wasn't it the best of times? Strangers when the whole thing started Thought that we could go all night But eventually it's 6 in the morning You wake up and you want to cry You got a headache and you're feeling sorry I guess the hardest thing about a party Is knowing when to say goodnight