

Prompt / Lyrics
š„ [Verse 1 ā Slow, Acoustic with Dusty Slide Guitar] Barās got the lights down low again, Same damn stool I found you in. Ashtray full, jukebox stuck, Some George Strait song about bad luck. You left your jacket on that chairā Still smells like smoke and perfume air. Bartender pours like he knows the score, And I aināt got nothinā to wait for. āø» š„ [Chorus ā Big, Open, and Sad as Hell] Two bottles and a goodbyeā One for the pain, one for the lie. You said forever, then slipped through the night, Left me with a tab and a barroom fight. I toast the ghost in your empty chair, Drink ātil I forget you were ever there. No tears, no alibiā Just two bottles and a goodbye. āø» š¬ [Verse 2 ā Little Grittier, Maybe Bring in a Snare Shuffle] Your lipstickās still on the neck of the glass, Guess goodbye donāt clean up fast. I played that voicemail one more timeā It hit like bourbon and lemon-lime. You sounded strong, you sounded done, Said ādonāt call back,ā then the dial tone won. So Iāll sit here and raise the dead, With one last smoke and words unsaid. āø» š§Ø [Bridge ā Spoken or Sung with Bite] First bottle made me miss you, Second one made me seeā You werenāt runninā from this bar⦠You were runninā from me. āø» š„ [Final Chorus ā Stronger Vocals, Faint Backing Harmonies] Two bottles and a goodbyeā One for the truth, one for the why. You took your heart, I took this chair, Now itās just regrets and smoky air. Iāll drink ātil the neon bleeds from the sign, Drowninā your name in Tennessee time. No tears, no second tryā Just two bottles⦠and a goodbye.
Tags
Country mixed with southern rock
3:25
No
6/24/2025