The After Party - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

You born bad, I am the after party

Skeptic threat, you moved to San Francisco

Now, I want it all.

You wanted extra money

I lost it all.

I lost it all

Now I know, it’s good to be alone

It’s good to be alone

It’s so good to be alone

My surprise, who thought you had my baseball

I lost sight, and my God came and fixed me

You know, I had it all, it didn’t suit me

I had it all, I had it all

Now I know that I hate to be alone

I hate to be alone

Oh I hate to be alone

It’s so good to be alone

Oh I need to be alone

Oh I need to be alone

Oh I need to be alone

Oh I need to be alone

It’s so good to be alone

It’s so good to be alone