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Espresso
Lyrics by：Clovin
Composed by：Clovin
The neon buzzes OPEN in a forgotten alphabet
A sanctuary for the souls the modern world forgets
The jukebox only plays the B sides the songs that never chart
For the broken hearted poets and the cynics with a heart
The air is thick with cigarette smoke and confessions left unsaid
A liturgy of loneliness and dreams gone quietly dead
We don't come here for the liquor though it helps to grease the gears
We come to shed the costumes we've been wearing all these years
The CEO the cashier the parent and the thief
All find a common level in this temple of relief
Where your worth is not your wallet and your story's what you bring
To lay upon the bar top while the sad old jukebox sings
Down at the last honest bar where the truth is on tap
And the mirrors don't lie about the miles on your map
We're all just ghosts with a heartbeat buying one more round
Trying to silence the echo of that deafening sound
Of the world outside that's screaming to be bought and sold and seen
Down at the last honest bar where we're all just human beings
Old Sal behind the counter he's seen a thousand faces pass
He listens without judgment he wipes the smudges from the glass
He knows your usual before you even find your stool
And he'll let you bend his ear until you've played the grieving fool
He's a priest without a collar in a church of vinyl seats
Dispensing absolution in two ounce amber treats
And we argue about nothing and we laugh at our own pain
And for a few brief hours we feel almost whole again
Connected by the failure by the beautiful shared defeat
Of trying to be someone in a world that's obsolete
In its demands for polish for a perfect shiny sheen
That we scrape off at the door to this beautiful ugly scene
Down at the last honest bar where the truth is on tap
And the mirrors don't lie about the miles on your map
We're all just ghosts with a heartbeat buying one more round
Trying to silence the echo of that deafening sound
Of the world outside that's screaming to be bought and sold and seen
Down at the last honest bar where we're all just human beings
They'll probably tear it down next year Put up a shiny pharmacy
Or a bank that loans you money to forget who you used to be
But tonight tonight it's ours This sticky sacred ground
Where the lost and found are the same thing and the only peace is found
In not having to explain the cracks in not having to pretend
Just to sit with other broken things and feel almost like a friend
DOWN AT THE LAST HONEST BAR WHERE THE TRUTH IS ON TAP
AND THE MIRRORS SHOW THE BEAUTY IN EVERY SINGLE CRACK
WE'RE ALL JUST GHOSTS WITH A HEARTBEAT RAISING ONE LAST ROUND
TO THE QUIET DESPERATE BEAUTY IN THAT DEAFENING SOUND
OF A WORLD THAT'S LOST ITS MIND BUT IN HERE WE KEEP IT CLEAN
DOWN AT THE LAST HONEST BAR WHERE WE'RE ALL JUST
HUMAN BROKEN BEAUTIFUL BEINGS
Last call