Phantom Planet - After Hours lyrics

Watching everybody leaving I tell myself Looks can be deceiving But I'm hoping that I'm not dead right There's after hours afterlife And I'm not prepared to die in style tonight Tried to follow you out but I didn't know Who you'd be leading on And you might think people don't live Through being dead wrong I guess that your parents must have raised themselves A strictly pious daughter 'cause you Move through this crowd just like parting water You dress so nice You dress to k** They drop like flies But who's the funeral for? Afterwhile These hot hot nights Can turn everything sour Oh I know it's Not hard to get In trouble after hours