Thank you @neonovaglitches for the inspiration to finish this song.

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The neon sign bleeds through the blinds

A lonely cure for troubled minds

This dusty office is my home

With ghosts I face here all alone

Her photograph, a porcelain face

A memory time cannot erase

The mayor's daughter, young and bright

Swallowed whole by endless night

And the amber burns, a slow descent

A hint of truth in every cent

I spend on this...

This bitter bliss

Bourbon truth, a fiery friend

On you alone, I can depend

To cut the fog, to trace the line

Her ending intertwined with mine

This night's a knot

I pull the thread

And listen to the words unsaid

The secrets of the city's dead.

They all have a story.

The dame with the tear-streaked mascara, the politician with a handshake that's too firm.

Her story ended in a back alley.

Mine... mine just keeps getting refilled, one shot at a time.

But the ice melts, the bourbon talks

... and I listen.

Bourbon truth, my fiery friend!

On you alone, I can depend!

To cut the fog, to trace the line!

Her ending intertwined with mine!

This night's a knot!

I pull the thread!

And listen to the words unsaid!

The secrets of the city's dead!

A clue...

For you...

For the truth...

(c)