Drinking in the dark

The room’s so still it feels staged,

Like the walls been watchin’ me for days.

Bottle on the table like a prop in a play,

But the script in my chest ain’t written to save.

Light from the street cuts a line through the dust,

Like the world’s outside but it don’t trust us.

I take one pull, feel the burn wake up,

And the shadows lean in like they know what’s up.

I hear that whisper rise from the floorboards low,

That old temptation with a voice I know.

It says, “you remember the rush, you remember the glow,”

But it never shows the nights I almost didn’t get home.

Camera pans in on my hands — they shake,

Not from the drink, but the memories it wakes.

Every swallow’s like a key to a lock I break,

And behind that door is a life I can’t take.

I’m drinkin’ in the dark where the ghosts get bold,

Where the past walks in like it’s got control.

I ain’t fallin’ for the pull, I ain’t sellin’ my soul,

I’m just tryin’ to breathe through the weight of the cold.

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The room tilts slow like a camera crane,

And the whisper turns into a voice with a name.

It says, “you remember the fire runnin’ through your veins,”

But it don’t show the aftermath, the wreck, the pain.

It steps out the corner like a shadow with form,

Like a storm I outran but it still wants more.

Says, “one little slip, you’ll feel like before,”

But I know that lie, I’ve buried that war.

I see flashes — not memories, but scenes,

Me on the floor, breath thin, barely seen.

Me in a mirror lookin’ hollow and mean,

Me crawlin’ out of a life that wasn’t clean.

The bottle trembles like it knows the stakes,

Like it’s scared of the monster the dark awakes.

But I stare that shadow down till it breaks,

’Cause I ain’t goin’ back to the place that takes.

I’m drinkin’ in the dark where the ghosts get bold,

Where the past walks in like it’s got control.

I ain’t fallin’ for the pull, I ain’t sellin’ my soul,

I’m just tryin’ to breathe through the weight of the cold.

The room leans in when the bottle gets low,

Like it’s waitin’ on a crack in the armor to show.

I feel that old pull rise from the floor below,

Tryin’ to drag me back down to a place I won’t go.

Heartbeat thumpin’ like a drum in a cave,

Echoes of a life I already outran and saved.

Temptation creepin’ in with a hand I won’t take,

Whisperin’ promises it never plans to make.

I stand in the dark with the weight on my chest,

Breathin’ through the storm like a man under test.

Yeah the night gets loud, but I rise in the mess,

’Cause I ain’t goin’ back to the life I left.

But the dark don’t quit, it circles like it knows my name,

Waitin’ for the moment when my guard feels strained.

I feel that old pull rise like a spark in a cage,

Tryin’ to light up a fire I already outran in rage.

So I plant my feet firm in the middle of the storm,

Breath slow, chest tight, but my spirit stays warm.

Yeah the night gets loud, yea the shadows perform..