The After Party - Brim

Have you ever really been to a party that you liked

If you’d say yes, I’ve got jealousy

Can’t be around a bunch of strangers touching me

But the bass bumps loud, rattles through your chest

Reverberating through your exhaled breath

When you lock eyes with the girl next door

And you wonder what the hell she’s looking at you for

As your blood starts to thin

You’re dancing alone

And I don’t mean to ruin the mood

But I think I need to go home

Save me a dance for next time

Maybe in another life I’d

B the type of girl you’d like

I rally wish that were true

And I really mean that

Just not for you

I’m the Jesus Christ of the after party

Turning your tears into Bacardi

Better facing the world when your eyesights starry

Spaceships lit, they’ll never stop you now

When the cops show up and they say, «go home»

You walk with your crew but you still feel alone

Your best friends throwing up in someone’s yard

And you’re wondering how you managed to walk that far

Ain’t got money for the cab

Ain’t got cash for the bar

And the designated driver wrecked her fucking car

We’d wander the city for an hour or two

And then pick up some hangover food like we used to

Guess it’s not so bad

In retrospect

Too old for that, guess I lost my chance

I want those fucking years of my life back

Save me a dance for the next time

Maybe in another life

I’d be the type of girl you’d like

And I really wish that were true

And I really mean that

Just not for you

I’m the Jesus Christ of the after party

Turning your tears into Bacardi

Better facing the world when your eyesights starry

Spaceships lit, they’ll never stop me now