[Verse 1]
Pulled up to this rundown bar on the edge of town,
Where the lights flicker like the way you let me down.
Bartender’s smirkin’ ’cause he knows my whole routine—
Same stool, same drink, same ghosts I’m tryna clean.
First shot hits, but it ain’t hittin’ near as hard
As thinkin’ ’bout you drivin’ off in your daddy’s car.
I ain’t the kind to fall apart without a fight,
But damn, your memory sure knows how to swing tonight.
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[Pre-Chorus]
And I know I shouldn’t run from what I feel,
But heartbreak’s one hell of a battlefield…
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[Chorus]
So pour another round, let it all drown,
Ain’t no use pretendin’ that you’re comin’ back around.
If movin’ on takes time I don’t have yet,
Then I’ll chase these shots till I forget.
Pour another one, yeah, make it strong,
’Cause thinkin’ ’bout you sober always hits me wrong.
I’ll pay the price when the sun comes up,
But tonight this whiskey’s callin’ my bluff.
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[Verse 2]
My buddies say I oughta quit while I’m ahead,
But they ain’t heard the words you left inside my head.
You said “maybe someday”—hell, that tore me down,
Now “someday” follows me all over this town.
I ain’t tryna lose myself sittin’ at this bar,
But forgettin’ you feels harder than losin’ who we are.
So give me somethin’ smooth to chase the burn,
’Cause I ain’t ready for the lessons I gotta learn.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I know this ain’t the cure for missin’ you,
But I ain’t found nothin’ else that gets me through…
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[Chorus]
So pour another round, let it all drown,
Ain’t no use pretendin’ that you’re comin’ back around.
If movin’ on takes time I don’t have yet,
Then I’ll chase these shots till I forget.
Pour another one, yeah, make it strong,
’Cause thinkin’ ’bout you sober always hits me wrong.
I’ll pay the price when the sun comes up,
But tonight this whiskey’s callin’ my bluff.
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[Bridge – raw & honest]
Maybe someday I’ll figure out
Why lettin’ go’s somethin’ I can’t talk about.
But right now, pain’s a friend I know—
And whiskey’s the only thing lettin’ me go.
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[Final Chorus – big, emotional, Wallen energy]
So pour another round, keep ’em goin’ down,
Tryna lose the echo of your goodbye sound.
If movin’ on’s a mountain I can’t climb yet,
Then hell—tonight I’ll settle for forget.
Pour another one, yeah, make it strong,
I’ll deal with all the damage when the night is gone.
But right now under all these neon lights,
Whiskey’s the only thing holdin’ me tight.
Bluejay
