These Glasses

Verse 1
You left your hoodie on the back of that chair,Still smells like your cheap perfume and your hair.There’s a dent in the couch where you used to sit,Now it’s just me and this half-empty fifth.The TV’s on but I ain’t watching the game,I’m replaying mistakes and calling ’em names.You said you couldn’t fix what the war had done,And you’re right—but I wish you hadn’t run.
Verse 2
So I pour another shot to bend the view,Change the angle on me and you.Whiskey paints things soft around the edge—Blurs out the nights I pushed you to the ledge.It also smears the sand and flame,The body count, the guilt, the shame.One more drink and the past fades thin—Trouble is, it’s there again by ten.
Pre-Chorus
This bottle’s just a cracked-up lens—But it’s all I’ve got when the darkness spins.
Chorus
Through these whiskey glasses,You and I weren’t such a mess.We’re dancing in the kitchen,Not screaming in regret.Through this amber-colored lie,I see a soldier who still tried.If the truth’s too sharp to face,I’ll take the blur in its place—Through these whiskey glasses tonight.
Bridge
One day I’ll put this bottle down—But not while your ghost still haunts this town.

* Instruments: Electric with light overdrive, acoustic, solid kick/snare, subtle steel