Last one out the door Has to clean up the mess That we left from the party
The bottles on the table The beer on the floor The words we can't take back But should've been said long before
Oh, what a difference a year makes Oh, the toll that a year takes On two people in love And in need of two very different things
Last one out the door Will be the last one to forget What was said at the party A cake knife pulled, pointed And lead into an unknowing, undeserving back
Oh, what a difference a year makes Oh, the toll that we'll pay For not dropping everything To hold onto those we love
