Last Call on Monday

[Verse 1]
You said “just one”
But your hands shake two
Lipstick on the rim
Same stool
Same view
Laughing too loud
At a joke you knew
Buying a blur
To hide what’s true
[Chorus]
Alcohol
You call it your friend
Till the room tilts sideways again
Every promise poured in a glass
Every “I’m fine” fading too fast
Alcohol
It’s holding your hand
While it’s pulling you out of your plans
You keep chasing the fire you feel
Till you don’t know what’s fake
What’s real
[Verse 2]
Phone on the bar
With his name lit bright
You could dial home
But you kill the light
Say you’re “just tired”
From another fight
But you toast your pain
Every Friday night
[Chorus]
Alcohol
You call it your friend
Till the room tilts sideways again
Every promise poured in a glass
Every “I’m fine” fading too fast
Alcohol
It’s holding your hand
While it’s pulling you out of your plans
You keep chasing the fire you feel
Till you don’t know what’s fake
What’s real
[Bridge]
Who are you
When the glasses clear
When the mirror talks back
And it’s you you hear
If I reach for you
Will you reach too
Or just reach
For something to run to
[Chorus]
Alcohol
You call it your friend
But it won’t be there in the end
All the tears you hide in a glass
All the nights you swear “this is the last”
Alcohol
It’s stealing your name
Leaving you alone with the shame
I keep hoping you’ll take my hand
Learn to stand
On your own again

Moody indie-pop with male vocals; dry, intimate drums and warm bass pulse under a reverb-kissed guitar loop. Verses stay hushed and confessional, then the chorus widens with airy harmonies and a subtle synth pad lifting the top. Bridge strips back to voice and guitar before a final, more urgent chorus hits with added backing vocals and a slightly grittier texture.