After Dark - Sam Lachow, Watsky, Ariana DeBoo

Made it 'bout

Halfway down the block, before I, oh

Damn, forgot about my coat

Must have dropped it, I had dope

In my pocket, you can smoke

It when you find it, cause I’m nope, not going back

And you can go, read my raps, I left my note—

Book in the kitchen darling

This the most romantic song I’ve ever written, sorry

First time I met you was in the bathroom at Tristan’s party

Sex on the toilet felt like sex on the beach

But sheesh, I’m 23 years old, I shouldn’t be this cold

You’ll pretend I haven’t fucked most of your friends

And I’ll pretend you haven’t chopped up half of mine

If you don’t judge me, I won’t slut shame you

If you just loved me, you could trust me too

But here we go again

And this the type of song that might come on after dark

Put on your boots, roll up a joint, and take a walk in the park

And even though I hate you, if you call, I’d probably go and meet you

Cause it’s after dark and we’re some lonely people

Only reason, hope to see ya

After dark, waiting for you

After dark, waiting for you

I think trust should be earned

I’ve got no regrets, just some tough lessons learned

Bridges burned when I acted wack like Scott Stapp

I said «aw snap» when she dropped her bra strap

At first you’re kissin' me, hips’d be open sesame

Next it’s a load of misery, pissin' me off and testin' me

Textin' me, hoping desperately this’ll be just a memory

Mystery, what we started with, mess up a simple recipe

She was so fine, so fine

We all wanted her

Had us in line, in line, like hall monitor

Kelly Kapowski to Mark Paul Gousiler

Stop and I tend to get lost in her eyes like I was an astronomer

Caught looking up at the sky, but I’m not staring over at Venus

My telescope is my penis;

I spy some cleavage

My laptop, and a Kleenex

I ask god for a remix

Of our love, but I’ve seen this before and I shut the door

After dark, waiting for you

After dark, waiting for you