In the neon glow of the dive bar,
Where spirits mix and souls clash.
I sit at my corner stool,
Writing songs from the shadows' clutch.

Verse one's about the girl who left me high and dry,
Chorus hits like a broken hearted sigh.
Bridge is full of whiskey tears and smoke,
The night wears on, I write more, hope to provoke.

Guitar's tuned to an E flat drop,
Strumming chords that make your blood stop.
Lyrics pour out, the story flows,
In this bar where all my demons goes.

She comes in late with a cigarette and a smile,
Orders whiskey neat, she's got me in her thrall.
We talk of old times, but not for long,
'Cause when it gets to real things, we're both just strangers.

She leaves at closing time, I watch her go,
The neon lights still dance upon the street below.
Back inside my hotel room and solo bed,
I pick up pen where last night's story led.

Dive bar dreams are always bittersweet,
They make the music raw and real complete.
Tonight's song isn't done, not by a mile,
But every word rings true as they pile.

So here it is, another chapter in my book,
Of life in bars and tales of those I took.
May it play loud from some stranger's stereo,
And keep her heart beating like the drum of memory.

♫♫♫ Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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