Last call came and went, now it’s just me and these empty chairs Bartender’s counting money, acting like I ain’t even there Jukebox is still humming, but the warmth is fading fast Another night of pretending that this whiskey’s all I have. Chorus So pour me one more, even though the lights are turning low I got nowhere else to be, nowhere else to go This barstool’s my confession, this whiskey’s my release Just one more song on that jukebox before I face the streets Verse 2 The bottles on the shelf are the only friends that I got left They don’t ask me how I’m doing, they just help me catch my breath I stare into this glass like it’s got all the answers in it But every time I take a sip, the truth just sinks deeper in it Bridge I’ve worn this same old smile so long it’s starting to crack The clock says closing time but my heart won’t let me leave this track One more empty glass, one more quiet sigh Then I’ll walk out into nothing… just me and the night Chorus So pour me one more, even though the lights are turning low I got nowhere else to be, nowhere else to go This barstool’s my confession, this whiskey’s my release Just one more song… then I’ll face the streets
