Last Person, Jenny Owen Youngs

Where you're sitting on the barstool,

Keeping motionless as you can be,

You're thinking maybe if you're lucky,

Life is like T-Rex and stillness will sweep you away to where it's safe.

'Cause you're feeling like 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!

I'm 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 night,

Maybe be the one who treats you right.

Let me be the one who treats you right.

Now you know you've 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 to try out walking life.

And what's the worst thing that could happen?

We find out that we don't quite fit.

On the flipside we could be just right,

And sure there's a chance that we both end up broken and split,

But that's my kind of risk.

So quit worrying where they 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 night,

Maybe be the one who treats you right.

Let me be the one who treats you right.