

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Two weeks ‘til the bank takes the house Lawyer took the truck Judge took my last ounce Of pride I had left in my throat Now it’s drowning in this cheap-ass coat Of bourbon on my breath Burning like the truth Labels on the bottles reading clearer than my youth Ex-wife on the voicemail “You’re scaring the kids” I just hit delete Then I take another hit [Chorus] So pour that poison Fill it to the rim If I’m going down I’m going down in this Last call came early But I ain’t done yet I’m raising hell with every fuck I regret Yeah I’m drinking myself to death in slow motion Glass full of ghosts Heart full of corrosion If the good Lord’s watching He can look away I’ll meet Him face down in this ashtray [Verse 2] Boss shook my hand Said “You’re like a son” Then he signed the paper Said “Your time here’s done” My name on a box by the backdoor step Picture of my kids Paycheck I never kept Used to have a dog Used to have a band Now it’s one barstool and this shaking hand Bartender’s tired of my same old shit But she still leaves the bottle when I say “Just leave it” [Chorus] So pour that poison Fill it to the rim If I’m going down I’m going down in this Last call came early But I ain’t done yet I’m raising hell with every fuck I regret Yeah I’m drinking myself to death in slow motion Glass full of ghosts Heart full of corrosion If the good Lord’s watching He can look away I’ll meet Him face down in this ashtray [Bridge] [Strings creep in Low and tense] Violin crying in the corner like my ma at my first arrest Cello hums a funeral for the man I never did confess To being this broken This bitter This bent I’m a walking foreclosure I’m past-due rent [Violin climbs Vocal cracks] I ain’t suicidal I’m just letting go Of every last reason I had to stay afloat Sip by sip Kiss by kiss on the rim I’m praying this liquor does what I can’t begin [Chorus] So pour that poison Fill it to the rim If I’m going down I’m going down in this Last call came early Now my hands shake I’m saying sorry to the ghosts that I make Yeah I’m drinking myself to death in slow motion Liver screaming mercy I just say “Fuck it Keep it going” If the good Lord’s watching He can look away I’ll die slow-dancing with this goddamn decay [Outro] [Fingerpicked guitar and lone violin Almost whisper-quiet] Keys on the counter Front door unlocked Kids’ crayon drawings on the fridge Ticking clock One more swallow Then I turn out the light “Save me ” on my lips But I drink it back down (alright) (yeah… alright)
Tags
folk, Bleak country-folk indie ballad with male vocals; sparse fingerpicked guitar sets a fragile pulse under an ominous string quartet, violin taking a crying, aching lead. Verses stay almost whispered, close-mic and intimate, with cello and viola slowly creeping in like storm clouds. Choruses swell into gut-punch emotion as violin climbs and harmonies crack, then everything drops to near silence on the last line of each hook. Final refrain rides a tear-jerking guitar-violin duet into a raw, dying-out vocal ad-lib., country, depressing, string quartet, violin
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1/18/2026