Empty bottles line the counter here

Another Tuesday slips away

I keep my head down, nurse my beer

But I swear I saw you sway

Every damn night I see your ghost at the end of this bar

Making me question everything I thought we are

The regulars, they know my pain

They leave that barstool yours

Your perfume lingers through the rain

As someone opens doors

Every damn night I see your ghost at the end of this bar

Making me question everything I thought we are

My mind's playing cruel damn tricks

Or maybe it's the gin

These memories, they cut too quick

God, where do I begin?

Every damn night I see your ghost at the end of this bar

Making me question everything I thought we are

The bartender calls closing time

But I can't fucking move

'Cause you're still sitting there so fine

In that old black dress I used to love

And I'm screaming at a memory

That won't scream back at me

The sun comes up, and you fade out

Like always, anyway

I'll be back tomorrow night, no doubt

'Cause it's the price I gotta pay