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