The story
He chases the night like it can fix what stays broken.
He smiles under neon and keeps the beer flowing, acting like the music and the crowd can outrun the bad news waiting at dawn. Every laugh lands a little too hard, every toast a little too fast, and the bottle on the table starts to look less like celebration than cover. By closing time, he is still standing, but the emptiness has him first.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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