Last call… I’m still here… yeah… still here at the flame… Last call… I’m still here… Streetlight drippin’ honey on the ground… I don’t even move… I just let it sound… One drag in… slow in my chest… tryin’ to remember what I already guessed… Faded coat hangin’ off my past… every pocket full of things that don’t last… There’s a picture bent up on a dusty shelf… looks like me… but I don’t trust myself… yeah… I don’t trust myself… I said I’d leave when the night got thin… but the night just pulls me back again… Last call… I’m still here at the flame… same old story… just a different name… One more drag… let it fade out slow… don’t ask where I go… I don’t really know… We toast to nothin’… but it feels the same… empty chairs callin’ out my name… Last call… I’m still here… still here… let the groove take over near… mmm… yeah… ooh… ahh… still here… Vinyl’s spinnin’ like it knows my name… same three chords but it never plays the same… I talk to ghosts like they answer back… in cigarette smoke and a midnight track… Cognac warm but I never finish it… every good thought starts to diminish it… Clock on the wall just tappin’ slow… like it already knows where I won’t go… I said I’d break it, cut the chain… but the chain just hums inside my veins… Last call… I’m still here at the flame… same old story… just a different name… One more drag… let it fade out slow… don’t ask where I go… I don’t really know… We toast to nothin’… but it feels the same… empty chairs callin’ out my name… Last call… I’m still here… still here… let the groove take over near… Last call… I’m still here… still here at the flame… One more drag… let it go… let the night take aim… Last call… I’m still here… still here… still here… Streetlight still spillin’ on the ground… I’m still here… just listenin’ to sound… of nothin’… turnin’ into groove… yeah… nothin’ left to prove…
