Bottom Self Gospel

HmmmYeah

Neon hums like a tired hymnBartop's cold, my luck is thin

I don't sip no golden storyI drink what's left, I drink what's for mePlastic seal and twisted capCheap truth in a paper wrapYour smile's a crack in barroom lightMine's a bruise that learned to biteWe don't pray for better daysWe pray the jukebox still gets paid

And the mirror over whiskeyShows a face that don't forgive meBut this place don't ask for cleanIt just asks you to be seen

Bottom shelf gospel, poured in the darkSaints on barstools, sparks in the barkNo pretty romance, no halo glowJust honest poison moving slowBottom shelf gospel, straight no chaserAmen whispered by a nameless strangerIf the world won't save us, hell, we'll copeWith a shot of truth and a cracked kind of hope

Bills at home like hungry houndsRent due soon, still here I'm foundPhone buzzes like a guilt-trip choirI let it ring, I feed the fireYour hands shake when you say "I'm fine"Mine shake too, but I lie in timeWe trade our sins like cigarette smokeLaugh too loud so we don't choke

And the floor's a sticky sermonEvery step says "you're still hurting"But this booth feels like a confessionalWhere broken sounds are practical

Bottom shelf gospel, poured in the darkSaints on barstools, sparks in the barkNo pretty romance, no halo glowJust honest poison moving slowBottom shelf gospel, straight no chaserAmen whispered by a nameless strangerIf the world won't save us, hell, we'll copeWith a shot of truth and a cracked kind of hope

At 3:13 the masks all slipTruth hits harder than the sipWe don't need a choir of angelsJust one friend who's still ableTo say "Yeah... me too"Across the stains, across the blues

Bottom shelf gospel, poured in the darkSaints on barstools, sparks in the barkNo pretty romance, no halo glowJust honest poison moving slowBottom shelf gospel, we ain't holyBut we're real when the night gets lonelyIf the world won't save us, hell, we'll copeWith a shot of truth and a cracked kind of hope

Neon fades, the blessing's doneLast call mercy, cheap and numbI leave with nothing but a bruise-lit grinAnd the truest prayers I've heard in sin