After Hours Lyrics - Phantom Planet - Phantom Planet

Watching everybody leavin' 

I tell myself, looks can be deceivin' 

Oh, I'm hopin' that I'm not dead right 

This after hours, afterlife 

I'm not ready to die in style tonight 

Tried to follow you out 

But I did not know 

Where you'd be leadin' on 

And you might think people 

Don't live through bein' dead wrong 

Well, I guess that 

Your parents must have raised 

Themselves a strictly pious daughter 

'Cause you move through this crowd 

Just like partin' water 

Oh, you dress so nice 

You dress to kill 

They drop like flies 

But who's the funeral for? 

After a while these hot, hot nights 

Can turn everything sour 

Oh, I know it's not hard to get 

In trouble after hours 

After a while these hot, hot nights 

Can turn everything sour 

I know it's not hard to get 

In trouble after hours