The night is shrouded in a broken haze,
I pour my heart out in the dim-lit bar’s blaze,
Gravel roads whisper tales of nights gone by,
With the shadows 'round the bottle, I’m just getting by.
Every sip brings a memory, clear as day,
Of laughter and heartaches that’ve all slipped away,
The clock on the wall ticks a lonesome song,
As I drown my sorrows where I don’t belong.
Cold whiskey warms my veins, oh, the old familiar sting,
In this twilight world, I’ve become a king,
But the crown is made of heartache, the throne I earned with pain,
Yet I keep on drinking, just to chase the rain.
Outside the stars glimmer, like promises unkept,
A ghost of a lover, in my mind, she wept,
Her voice haunts the gravel that leads to our dreams,
But I’m lost in a bottle, unraveling at the seams.
The jukebox plays our song, it cuts like glass,
Every note is a reminder of a fleeting past,
I raise my glass to the sky, and I toast to the night,
To the ones I’ve loved and lost, fading out of sight.
Cold whiskey and twilight, they’re all I have now,
Each drop a connection to the ghosts I avow,
And as the dawn breaks, I'll leave this place behind,
Just me and my shadows, and a bottle that’s blind.
So here’s to the laughter, and the tears that we cried,
To the broken dreams we carried, like the moon on the tide,
In this twilight of twilight, I'll find my own way,
With the cold whiskey cradled, I'll face another day.
Blues
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