Broken Bottles Broken Dreams

(Slow Blues Intro)
Ohhh, yeah…
Them bottles are empty, but the pain still screams…
Broken bottles, broken dreams…

(Verse 1)
I’m sittin’ in the corner where the shadows hide,
This ol’ bar’s my shelter, where my tears collide.
The floor’s sticky, the air’s full of regret,
And every sip of whiskey’s one I can’t forget.

The lights are dim, the air’s cold and mean,
I’m drownin’ in broken bottles and broken dreams.

(Chorus)
Oh, broken bottles, broken dreams,
They cut so deep, tearin’ at the seams.
A soul left cryin’, torn apart it seems,
Just broken bottles, broken dreams.

(Verse 2)
The jukebox moans, playin’ B.B. King,
That Lucille wailin’ cuts through everything.
I tried to love her, but she loved to leave,
Now I’m stuck here learnin’ how to grieve.

Every drop of whiskey’s a tear unseen,
Flowin’ through these broken bottles and broken dreams.

(Chorus)
Oh, broken bottles, broken dreams,
Each crack in the glass tells a shattered scene.
Heartache’s a river, flowin’ upstream,
Through broken bottles, broken dreams.

(Bridge – Slow, Haunting Slide Guitar Solo)
Guitar moans like a lonesome train in the night, each note heavy with sorrow.

(Verse 3)
Now the bartender’s smilin’, but it ain’t sincere,
He knows every fool who’s been downed by fear.
I’m one of many, lost and unseen,
Livin’ my life in a bluesy routine.

But the night keeps callin’, like a dark machine,
Pushin’ me to broken bottles and broken dreams.

(Final Chorus)
Oh, broken bottles, broken dreams,
They cut like razors, tearin’ at my schemes.
Love’s a liar, oh, it ain’t what it seems,
Just broken bottles, broken dreams.

(Outro – Raw, Slow Blues)
Ohhh…
Let that guitar cry for me…
Let them drums roll heavy, like my misery…
And let the night carry away my screams…
Broken bottles, broken dreams…