Jukebox Confessions

Bartender, turn up the jukebox—pour me another round,
Chasing whiskey through the stillness where my heart’s been drowned.
Memories linger, drifting slow, they circle back somehow—
Of my man, lost deep in a twisted crowd. 

I tremble and I shake, in a sea of vanished love,
This blurry-eyed smoke-ring bar ain’t ever loud enough.
I stare through teardrops I can’t hide,
Still searchin’ for his voice inside. 

I fight off tears, I dodge the nights,
But heartache creeps back in dim lights.
I’m not yet trapped in time’s cruel bind—
But we shattered trust, a bond I can’t rewind. 

I lost myself just loving him too much,
And never knew the cost of every touch.
Do dreams come true, or lie in disguise?
Was he ever mine—or just a story in my eyes? 

Now every song just cuts me deep,
A chorus I can’t help but keep.
He’s gone, but still, I feel the sting—
Some ghosts don’t haunt… they wear a ring.