Whiskey Confessions

One more stool, one more story

Bartender, keep the truth coming

I came in wearing a workweek smile Cracked at the edges after

a mile You slid a glass like a doctor might

Said take your time,

stay here tonight

The jukebox hums like it knows my name Every sad tune hits

just the same

I talk too big when the room is dim Trying to drown

what could have been

This barstool therapy keeps me upright

Cheap bourbon courage and a soft yellow light I tell my secrets

to the wood and the grain Laugh for a minute then circle

the pain This barstool therapy ain't fixing me

yet But it holds me together

till I can forget

A stranger beside me says heartbreak lies In the space between brave

and alibis He raises his drink to the ones that left To

the good we had and the holes they kept Now the mirror

behind all the bottles and smoke Shows a face learning how to

take a joke

I ain't healed but I'm telling it straight Some nights mercy looks

like staying late When the lights come up,

will I still feel brave Will I carry this hurt,

or let it behave Till then I lean in,

let the silence pour And find a little peace on this worn

out floor

This barstool therapy keeps me upright

Cheap bourbon courage and a soft yellow light I tell my secrets

to the wood and the grain Laugh for a minute then circle

the pain

This barstool therapy ain't fixing me yet But it holds me

together till I can forget

One more stool, one more story

I leave a little lighter than I came