After All - Dylan Conrique

My friends are addicts to all the late nights up in the hills

But I’m good without it, I want my Friday nights to be chill

But I always try to think, am I out of sync?

Can’t make up my mind, 'cause now

Every time we’re out I go ahead and doubt, don’t wanna miss out

What is after all?

I suppose it would be sucky and all

I suppose it would be lame and boring, or completely wonderful

What is a guy after all?

Probably problems and shit I don’t need

Just lots of vexes and no guarantees, but some nights it’s all I want

Good at excuses, but so bad at telling him what I feel

And sometimes I’m losing, mmh, something that could be real, but still

Every now and then I get up in my head, wonder if he cares

What is after all?

I suppose it would be sucky and all

I suppose it would be lame and boring, or completely wonderful

What is a guy after all?

Probably problems and shit I don’t need

Just lots of vexes and no guarantees, but some nights it’s all I want

Little bit of heaven, little bit of hell

Little bit of heaven, that’s how it is after all

Little bit of heaven, little bit of hell

Little bit of heaven, that’s how it is after all

What is after all?

I suppose it would be sucky and all

I suppose it would be lame and boring, or completely wonderful

What is a guy after all?

Probably problems and shit I don’t need

Just lots of vexes and no guarantees, but some nights it’s all I want

Little bit of heaven, little bit of hell

Little bit of heaven, that’s how it is after all

Little bit of heaven, little bit of hell

Little bit of heaven, that’s how it is after all

Little bit of heaven, little bit of hell

Little bit of heaven, that’s how it is after all

Little bit of heaven, little bit of hell

Little bit of heaven, that’s how it is after all