After Hours

I'm still here with my regret and every drink I haven't had yet.
The DJ packed his records up,
But I'm still trying to fill this cup.
After hours, after all, I'm still waiting for the fall.
After hours, down the hall, there's no one left to call.
After hours, after hours, after hours.
The cleaning crew knows my face by now; I helped them fold the chair somehow.
Your seat's still empty at the bar; I traced the outline of your shadow in the dark.
Turn the lights on,
Let me see if I'm alone or if you're still in me.
The bouncer says it's time to leave; I smile and hang onto my sleeve.
Outside,