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