Margarita

(Inspired by the feel of “One Margarita” — beachy / party… but with a vet twist)
Verse 1
Sunburned shoulders, toes in the sand,Barstool sinking where the tide hits land.Tourist crowd singin’ off-key songs,Bartender laughing, pouring strong.I’m sittin’ here with my back to the sea,Hiding the part war carved out of me.They think I’m just another guy on vacay,They don’t know I came here to get away.
Verse 2
Lady at the bar with the bright red dress,Says “You look lost, you okay, I guess?”I shrug it off with a crooked smile,Say “Yeah, I’m fine, just been a while.”Truth is, I’m hanging off a mental cliff,Trying to turn pain into something I can sift.Trying to feel anything except the dread—Let a little lime and tequila hit my head.
Pre-Chorus
I don’t need a hundred drinks tonight—Just enough to blur the fight.
Chorus
One margarita from the edge,One salty sip from losing my grip.If I lean too far, I might confessAll the ghosts I’ve tried to repress.So I nurse this glass, watch waves instead—Yeah, I’m one margaritaFrom the edge.
Bridge
If healing’s somewhere past this tide,Maybe I’ll find it on the other side.