Christmas at the dive bar

Verse 1 Midnight mass at the dive bar booth, Sticky floors, cheap lights humming low. Someone crying in the bathroom stall, Someone swearing they’re about to go. Old jukebox coughing out carols wrong, Bartender pours like he’s seen it all. You slide in next to me, knee to knee, Say, “Hey… we’re still standing. That counts, right?” Pre-Chorus Every year we swear we’ll leave this place, But December always knows our face. Chorus Christmas at the dive bar, hold me close, Toasts to the ones we almost lost. If this is holy, then so be it, babe, We survived another night in Hathian. Christmas at the dive bar tonight, Broken people still doing alright. Verse 2 Neon wreath above the liquor shelf, Taped-up sign says Be kind. You tell me stories ‘bout better days, I pretend mine don’t haunt my mind. Someone sings too loud, off-key proud, Whole room joins like it’s church. For one damn song, nobody’s alone, Nobody feels like a curse. Bridge Maybe this is what grace looks like— Staying when it’d be easier to run. Final Chorus Christmas at the dive bar, raise your glass, To the wreckage we made last. If love lives anywhere in this town, It’s right here when the lights go down. Outro Last call rings like a blessing said wrong— See you next year, same damn song.