[Intro] One sip of beer and a barstool prayer, Another “almost” hangin’ in the air. [Verse 1] I come in sayin’ I’m just passin’ through, But the truth is I’m lookin’ for somethin’ true. I’ve worn “I’m fine” like a second skin, Learned how to smile while I’m caving in. There’s a couple at the corner booth, Holdin’ hands like they got nothin’ to lose, And I don’t envy their rings or lay blame- I just miss bein’ held the same. Oh... [Chorus] Last call love will make you cry, It’ll drown your heart with every lie. Say you love me, hold me tight, One last slow dance, one more goodbye. You taste like heaven, but burn like dust, It feels like forever ‘til it isn’t much- Just a whiskey embrace when the night gets rough Yeah, last-call love. [Verse 2] I’ve tried “take it slow,” tried “meet the folks,” Tried Sunday mornings, tried inside jokes. But it always turns into half-made plans, And an empty side of the bed again. So I settle for a stranger’s warmth, A borrowed kiss in a liquor storm- ’Cause loneliness is a hungry kind, And the bottle makes it feel less loud sometimes. [Pre-Chorus] And I hate how easy it is to pretend That a two-hour high is how healing begins… [Chorus] Last-call love will make you cry, It’ll drown your heart with every lie. Say you love me, hold me tight, One last slow dance, one more goodbye. You taste like heaven, but burn like dust, It feels like forever ‘til it isn’t much- Just a whiskey embrace when the night gets rough Yeah, last-call love. [Bridge] When the lights come on, I come back down, To my name on a tab in an empty town. I watch my breath on the windshield glass, Try not to text what I can’t take back. Wonderin’ if love is out there - sober and real, Or if I’m only good at the almost-feel- Chasin’ love with a shot and a buzz, Wantin’ a home, findin’ someone. ...Ohh woah... wanna find someone... [Final Chorus] Last-call love will make you cry, It’ll drown your heart with every lie. Say you love me, hold me tight, One last slow dance, one more goodbye. You taste like heaven, but burn like dust, It feels like forever ‘til it isn’t much- But I still reach for a little bit of somethin’ to love… Yeah, last-call love. Last-call love. Yeah, last-call love. Yeah, last-call love. Last-call love. [Outro] One sip of beer and a barstool prayer, Another “almost” hangin’ in the air.
