Last Ones Out

[Verse 1]
Plastic cups on the counter
Laughter stuck in the air
Someone's coat on the sofa
Glitter caught in your hair
[Chorus]
It’s time to go home now
The party is over
But I’m holding this feeling so near
Yeah
It was a great party
We’ll tell the same stories
And we’ll do it again next year
(again next year)
[Verse 2]
Playlist stuck on the last song
Kitchen floor
Sticky shoes
You’re still tying the trash bags
Saying
“Wish we had more to lose”
[Chorus]
It’s time to go home now
The party is over
But I’m holding this feeling so near
Yeah
It was a great party
We’ll tell the same stories
And we’ll do it again next year
(again next year, oh)
[Bridge]
Keys in the bowl by the doorway
Quiet cars humming the street
We lock up the door in the hallway
But the night’s still warm in me
[Chorus]
It’s time to go home now
The party is over
But I’m holding this feeling so near
Yeah
It was a great party
We’ll tell the same stories
And we’ll do it again next year
(again next year)
We’ll do it again next year

Warm indie-pop groove with gentle swung drums, clean electric guitar arpeggios, and a soft synth bed. Male vocals, close and conversational on the verses; chorus opens with gang-style backing chants and a lifted melody. Subtle bass movement and tambourine lift in the hook; intimate, slightly nostalgic mix that feels like the end of a perfect night.