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