Broken Dreams and Bottles

[Intro]  
*(Slow piano, gentle violin swell)*  
In a smokey bar with shadows that linger,  
I watch the glass glint in the dim light's glow,  
Faded memories dance like smoke in the air,  
Each sip I take, the more I let go.  
[Verse 1]  
You know I tried, gave her all of my heart,  
Late night confessions in the still of the dark,  
But sometimes love just slips through our hands,  
Like sand in an hourglass, slipping away like plans.  
[Pre-Chorus]  
And I’m left with the echoes of laughter we shared,  
Reflections of moments, a soul that once cared,  
But the jukebox keeps playing that same sad tune,  
A reminder that love's a reckless monsoon.  
[Chorus]  
But it's okay, I don’t need nobody anyway,  
I've got this bottle, my only friend here to stay,  
Each drop is a promise, each sip a goodbye,  
Broken dreams don’t hurt when you’re already high.  
[Verse 2]  
Broken hearts mend at the edge of a table,  
With bottles and stories, as long as I'm able,  
To drown out the whispers of what could have been,  
I'm sipping the sorrows and letting it spin.  
[Pre-Chorus]  
And the piano is playing our song in the night,  
While the violin cries like it’s taken a bite,  
Of pain and the heartache that love often brings,  
In this smoke-filled room where the sorrowbird sings.  
[Chorus]  
But it's okay, I don’t need nobody anyway,  
I've got this bottle, my only friend here to stay,  
Each drop is a promise, each sip a goodbye,  
Broken dreams don’t hurt when you’re already high.  
[Bridge]  
So pour another round, let the darkness unfold,  
In this barroom of lonely, where stories are told,  
The still guitar whispers, 'you did your best,  
But sometimes love’s a fall, and it leaves you wrecked.'  
[Chorus]  
But it's okay, I don’t need nobody anyway,  
I've got this bottle, my only friend here to stay,  
Each drop is a promise, each sip a goodbye,  
Broken dreams don’t hurt when you’re already high.  
[Outro]  
*(Fading piano notes, soft violin)*  
In the smoke and the silence, I’ll find my own way,  
With the bottle beside me, I’ll face another day.

Slow Country, Acoustic guitar, Still guitar, Piano, Violin, male, blues