Last Person

Well you're sitting on a barstool Keeping motionless as you can be Thinking maybe if you're lucky life is like T-Rex The stillness will sweep you away to where it's safe 'Cause you're feeling like you're the last person left on the planet tonight And you're scanning the horizon seeking out signs of life And you pray that you're wrong but you're right So hold on tight 'Cause all that stares back at you are bloodless zombie eyes Why don't you come home with me tonight Alright Alright Not trying to make you think this is some kind of great big deal I just know exactly how you feel I could be the thing you reach for in the middle of the night Let me be the one who treats you right Let me be the one who treats you right Now I know you never seen me There's no reason for you to pay mind but I'm asking very nicely And all it takes is one step to start leaving the dead behind And try out walking life I mean what's the worst thing (What's the worst thing) That could happen We find out that we don't quite fit But on the flip side (On the flip side) We could be just right And sure there's the chance that'd we'd both end up broken and split But that's my kind of risk So quit worrying where they'll fall if you should roll the dice Why don't you come home with me tonight Alright Alright Not trying to make you think this is some kind of great big deal I just know exactly how you feel I could be the thing you reach for in the middle of the night Let me be the one who treats you right Let me be the one who treats you right --- Last Person - Jenny Owen Youngs