After Hours

The after hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours

The after hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours

I-I-I-I, I close my eyes

I fantasize about the last time you kissed me

I feel butterflies just thinking 'bout the high

I get from your body

And ever

Since the night was ours

I've been

Touching my nostalgia

Even

Even here without ya

I see you in the after hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours

The after hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours

The after

Here in the after, here in the after, here in the after hours

Here in the after, here in the after, here in the after—

Like the summer heat

My heart, it beats faster, so I thought I can't sleep

I'm imagining the heavenly feeling and feeling your feeling feeling me, feeling me

And ever

Since the night was ours

I've been

Touching my nostalgia

Even

Even here without ya

I see you in the after hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours

The after hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours

The after

Here in the after, here in the after, here in the after hours

Here in the after, here in the after, here in the after hours

Oh, I fantasize about the last time you kissed me, you kissed me

Oh

I fantasize about the after

The after hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours

The after hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours

The after hours

I fantasize about the last time you kissed me