Thrones of Regret

Barstools, they know I'm lost from grace, these bills won't fold You count the cost, the life I've sold What's missin' is hope, my hands grow cold Bottles, they see The debts I own, won't set me free Through whiskey tears, I fake a smile These barroom ghosts, they know my trial Can’t buy the peace, or mend the past Each pour I chase, just might be my last Guitars, they cry Strumming the pain that’s in my eyes Bar lights, they flicker A mirror of battles within my soul The barmaid, she whispers 'One day at a time, just take control' Tattered pictures, of love once known Hang heavy like the debts I owe Barmaids, they know Each empty glass, the tales I've told The road I chose, where dreams grow old In the barlight's glow, my sorrows rolled Guitars, they weep Strummin' the chords of a man too deep Here in this dive (this old dive) Patrons and pain, both intertwine Promises drowned, in every swig Each shot I fire, a hole I dig Barstools, they're thrones For broken men with shattered goals