[Intro]
Mmm ah ah ah
[Verse 1]
Another twenty past two, the lighting shifts from amber to harsh—
The kind that exposes every emotional scar.
The DJ spins the obligatory, slow, final track,
A sentimental sigh—no turning back.
Drunks in the corner cling to the notion
That one more shot might spark some real emotion.
And then there’s you, staring down an empty glass,
Wondering what exactly was meant to come to pass.
[Pre-Chorus]
The bartender wipes down—his gesture says it all.
No need to ask, he knows you’re about to fall.
It’s not hope, darling—it’s pure desperation,
Trying to squeeze meaning from a worn-out location.
[Chorus]
This is the last call for the faithful, the final ring of the bell—
For the romantics who bought the dream they were too drunk to sell.
Raise your glass to the promise that never came true,
Because, sweetheart, this whole place is done with you. (Done with you)
[Verse 2]
You check your reflection in the polished chrome,
A flicker of doubt before you start to roam.
You’re chasing a sign, a hand to briefly hold
Something to make this tired story worth being told.
But the heroes have stumbled, the hopeful went home,
Now it’s just stragglers drifting in cigarette foam.
It’s the silence between words that cuts the deepest truth—
You’ve spent the best intentions of your misspent youth.
[Pre-Chorus]
The security guy adjusts his tie with a sigh,
He’s not here for feelings—just wants a goodbye.
It’s not closure, honey—it’s protocol in motion,
The final step in a failed late-night devotion.
[Chorus]
This is the last call for the faithful, the final ring of the bell—
For the romantics who bought the dream they were too drunk to sell.
Raise your glass to the promise that never came true,
Because, sweetheart, this whole place is done with you.
[Bridge]
And maybe, just maybe, you misread the cues—
Maybe the magic was just in the whiskey you choose.
The atmosphere dissolves like sugar in cheap tea,
And you’re left with the bill and the truth of who you’ll be.
It’s a simple equation, stripped of cinematic gloss:
Fifty bucks down for a total emotional loss.
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
This is the last call for the faithful, the final ring of the bell—
For the romantics who bought the dream they were too drunk to sell.
Raise your glass to the promise that never came true,
Because, sweetheart, this whole place is done with you.
[Outro:Drums kick in, then fade fast.]
Done with you.
Sean_Williamson
