Barstool Confessions

Well, streetlights paint the neon sign. Same cracked asphalt, same straight line.

Walking in this door again. Wondering where it all went wrong. Wondering why

I didn't try this barstool. Knows my shade and knows my whiskey brand.

Carrying my weight and a pain that wasn't planned. Hey, barstool,

my new best friend. In this beer-soaked dive. I've been drowning

my heartache. Trying to feel alive. My cheating heart brought me down.

Drove her away to another town. I sit here thinking how it could have been.

If not for my choices and cold, dark sin. The jukebox plays