Pour another shot, let the darkness flow,
Got a heart full of sorrow, in the midnight glow.
That old moon’s a witness, like a friend turned ghost,
With every drop I drink, I drown what I miss most.
The gravel crunches softly, beneath my weary feet,
Each step echoes loneliness, with a bittersweet beat.
I whisper to my shadow, as it dances by my side,
A soul lost in the twilight, where the heartache can’t hide.
These bottles hold my stories, each one a tale untold,
Of love that slipped through fingers, like grains of restless sand.
The whiskey burns my throat, but it warms this chilly night,
When the sorrow grips my chest, it’s the only thing feels right.
So I’m searching for redemption in the amber of my drink,
In the haze of smoky rooms, I find myself on the brink.
Midnight’s creeping closer, and I’m chasing faded dreams,
With a heart that’s filled with longing, tearing at the seams.
The stars above are shining, but they’re distant like a lie,
Reflecting all the memories that haunt me by and by.
And the gravel tells a story of the roads I’ve had to roam,
But I’m still a restless wanderer, searching for a home.
So I’ll pour another whiskey, let it ease my troubled mind,
In the shadows, I’ll keep walking, leave the past so far behind.
With each sip, I’ll find my solace, in the melodies of night,
For a soul that walks on gravel, in the darkness, finds the light.
Now the bottle’s almost empty, and the hour’s running late,
But I know that this old whiskey can’t erase my fate.
So I’ll raise my glass to midnight, to the pain and the release,
And I’ll carry on this journey, till my heart discovers peace.
Blues
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