A Hundred Drinks Too Late

[Intro] [Ethereal synths, slow guitar plucks, glass slides on a wooden table] [Whisper:] "Another round... for what I’ve lost..." --- [Verse 1] Shadows speak when the lights go low, the glass reflects someone I don’t know. The silence echoes what I’ve become, a prisoner of the bottle’s hum. --- [Verse 2] Old friends gone, just names in smoke, the dreams I held, they never spoke. I drift through time, no plan, no goal, just chasing comfort in a hole. --- [Pre-Chorus] "This one’s the last" — I’ve said before, but lies don’t knock before the pour. I drink to sleep, I sleep to hide, and fade like whispers on the tide. --- [Chorus] A hundred drinks too late to change the tune, too far from grace, too close to ruin. There’s no redemption in this haze, just memories lost in purple grays. I sink in silence, I burn in shame… and no one hears me call my name. --- [Verse 3] Each street I walk is cold and bare, the wind just laughs, but doesn’t care. The bottle holds my hand so tight, and steals the stars I used to write. --- [Bridge] [Echoed voice, dreamy effect:] “The bottle sees me… it knows my name…” “It doesn’t ask… it plays the game…” “Glug… clink… hush…” [Whispering fades into guitar solo] --- [Final Chorus – Epic and hollow] A hundred drinks too late to feel alive, I count the days I can’t survive. I danced with demons, soft and slow, and now there’s nowhere left to go. I break in silence, I fall from grace… and even God won’t know my face. --- [Outro] [Ambient guitar echo, heartbeat sound fading, slow fade-out] [Whisper:] "To me… there’s nothing left to save..."