Dive bar nights, neon lights,
cigarette smoke, maybe a toke
of something a little strong.
Dance in the parking lot
to an old song,
this how I’ve carried on
since you’ve been gone.
You left me on my knees, shards adorned,
but over you, I won’t cry anymore.
In my favourite leather,
I’ll go down to the bar.
Yeah, I’ll go as far
as drinking till I can’t walk.
Don’t give a damn if you balk.
I’ve got to carry on.
I’ve slammed enough doors,
collapsed on enough floors,
to know we can’t go back
to same mistakes, one-track
history of illusions on repeat.
Not this time.
Tonight
I carry on.
Crazy fights, neon lights,
I’ll raise up my glass to this
broken heart that’s kicked my ass,
a shot for every time I’ve been cheated on,
let’s raise a little hell up until the dawn
and we finally stumble home,
this same old dive bar crowd
who helped me carry on
without you.
I’ll keep dancing in the parking lot
to an old song, hearts afire.
Maybe tonight we can rewire
heart pieces back into a wild one.
You know, like when we were young,
when even a long-time love walking out
was a reason to pull another bottle out.
No shred of self-doubt.
This broken heart has kicked my ass
for the last time.
Tonight
I carry on.
