whiskey spilled its secrets into me
dripped slow
like the last breath of a song
my fingers fumblin for notes
I’d forgotten to play
I drank til I forgot how to dream
and the world turned to static
a melody I couldn’t remember
but knew too well
bar stools were meant for the damned
and I was right there with them
prayin to a god that burned
and never answered
bartenders knew my name
but not how heavy it sat on my tongue
I liked it that way
it was a clean slate on days
when my hands were stained from tryin
to outrun the shadow of my birthright
neon flickered like the warnin signs
I learned to read as invites
each buzz in my chest a heartbeat
I never asked for
shakin me down to the bone
I kissed the rim of the bottle
its warmth the only love I could trust
and the blackouts pulled me under
like a lullaby sung by memories
somewhere between “just one more”
and “last call”
I lost my name
buried it beneath the noise
let it slip into the past
and when the fog lifted
I saw my father’s face starin back
written in the empty glass
Powerfully penned, Ambjr. Excellent write my friend, sounds like words that should be accompanied by a blues riff. I can relate. Appreciate you.
Damian
it’s funny really…I started this as lyrics. scrapped it and went a different direction.
“prayin to a god that burned
and never answered”
I know those two lines too well. And that ending, damn.
I’m with Damian, I’d like to see this with some blues.
thank you. it’s funny that it started as lyrics. original chorus…
this is my last call lullaby
for every fuck up for very fight
for every tear I didn’t cry
for every night I couldn’t lie
don’t save me now don’t ask me why
just let me play before goodbye
let me drown let me go down
in this last call lullaby
That’s some good shit