Dirty Little Bar

The engine’s ticking over, cooling in the dark Right on the edge of this gravel lot where I always park The upholstery’s torn and the heater's long since d**d Just me and the ghosts spinning circles inside my head I’m watching the shadows walk through that swinging door Knowing exactly what they’re heading in there for. And here I sit, staring from this lonely car Watching the lucky ones drift in and out of that dirty bar Most of 'em got a porch light b*****g somewhere bright A hand to hold to help 'em make it through the night But I traded my soul for a bottle and a ghost to chase Now I’m just a stranger staring at a familiar place. I tell myself that tomorrow's when the "quitting" starts That I’ll find the missing pieces of this broken heart But the shame is a weight that's getting harder to pull And the only cure I know is at the bottom of a pull There’s no one to blame for the bridges I’ve burned down I’m just a king of a hill made of trash in this town. I reach for the keys, then I pull my hand away Telling the man in the mirror there’s a price he's gotta pay I know I should leave, I know I should just drive But I’m just trying to feel like I’m still alive. Yeah, here I sit, staring from this lonely car Watching the lucky ones drift in and out of that dirty bar Most of 'em got a porch light b*****g somewhere bright A hand to hold to help 'em make it through the night But I traded my soul for a bottle and a ghost to chase Now I’m just a stranger staring at a familiar place. Maybe tomorrow... Yeah, maybe then I'll be fit... But right now I’m just sitting in this car... And I'm dying to get lit