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 'til 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, oh

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 (Yeah)

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 (And I try)

To forget that you were mine

(That you were mine)

To forget last night

But my ears keep ringing from the fuck you’s you were singing, oh

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? (Oh, no)

Strangers when the whole thing started

Thought that we could go all night (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 (yeah)

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 (all night, all night)

But eventually it’s 6 in the morning

You wake up and you want to cry (cry)

You got a headache and you’re feeling sorry

I guess the hardest thing about a party

Is knowing when to say goodnight