In the shadows where the blue lights fade,
I found my solace in a frosted whiskey haze.
The jukebox plays our dusty serenade,
While the worn strings hum of brighter days.
The bottle's empty but the memories pour,
Holding tight to whispers that we can't ignore.
Every note a heartbeat, every sigh a bruise,
In this smoky corner, I play my blues.
Crimson fade on the horizon, love,
As the dusk creeps in, it's a long night ahead.
We danced through storms, like the stars above,
Now it's just me and the ghosts we've fed.
Your laughter lingers in the air like smoke,
But the warmth's a shadow, a cruel, cruel joke.
With each glass raised high, I drown the pain,
In every whispered groove, I find you again.
So pour me one more, let glass meet the night,
In this dingy bar where wrong feels right.
The world outside's turning, but here, I’ll stay,
Until the dawn breaks and sweeps me away.
Faded echoes of promises unsaid,
Still, I'm chasing dreams in the words we've bled.
Through the frosted whiskey and the rising tune,
I'll find my way home beneath a silver moon.
So here's to the nights that taught me to feel,
To the worn-out stories that refuse to heal.
In every whispered groove, and every last sigh,
I'll hold on to your memory, as the stars slowly die.
Blues
Whispered Groove, Frosted Whiskey, Dusty Serenade, Worn Strings, Crimson Fade