

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Old ghosts in the glass Stare back when I sip Name on a napkin Blood on my lip Clock on the wall Won’t look me in the eye Every swallow’s a prayer Either black out or die [Chorus] I’m at the bottom of the bottle Still on top of my regret Drownin’ every memory But they ain’t drowned yet If I keep on pourin’ Maybe I’ll run out of sky I’m gonna drink you off my conscience ’Til I forget or die [Verse 2] Barstool confession To a stranger half asleep He laughs when I tell him I ain’t lookin’ for relief I’m diggin’ my own well Where the sun can’t reach inside If the dirt don’t take my body Maybe it’ll take my mind [Chorus] I’m at the bottom of the bottle Still on top of my regret Drownin’ every memory But they ain’t drowned yet If I keep on pourin’ Maybe I’ll run out of sky I’m gonna drink you off my conscience ’Til I forget or die [Bridge] Bartender shakes his head Says “Son That ain’t the way” I say “I ain’t chasin’ mercy I’m just keepin’ you away” If tomorrow ever finds me With this poison in my eyes Tell it I was halfway gone Just helpin’ it decide [Chorus] I’m at the bottom of the bottle Still on top of my regret Drownin’ every memory But they ain’t drowned yet If I keep on pourin’ Maybe I’ll run out of sky I’m gonna drink you off my conscience Yeah I’ll drink you off my conscience ’Til I forget or die
Tags
rock, Bleak country-rock ballad with male vocals, swampy tremolo guitars, slow half-time drums, and a heavy, overdriven bass. Verses stay hushed and close-mic’d, kick and floor tom dragging like old chains; choruses swell with distorted rhythm guitars, reverb-soaked slide leads, and stacked, ragged harmonies. Bridge pulls everything back to a single guitar and voice before the full band slams in for a final, desperate chorus and ring-out., country rock
4:01
No
3/8/2026