Country imagines & preferences

Beer never broke my heart - Luke Combs

Friday night is my favorite day of the week. Time to go out with friends just to see the downtown bars full of pretty girls and beer. Maybe I can pay them some drinks tonight without thinking about you. Or at least I think I can... But it only takes a beautiful girl to walk inside the bar for me to imagine it's you.

God, why do I still wish it's her? Walking inside this bar tonight smiling like always, calling me by my name as we dance at some country song that I don't even bother to know the name, if I have everything I need in my arms.

"Hey boy, do you want to dance?", your voice still echoes in my mind. 

But you are not here. Just this old bar and a cold beer in front of me. My friends are laughing too hard, talking too loud, but I'm not even listening to them. George Strait is singing on the radio, the same old story of a girl and a boy that reminds me to much of you. Why do I still think about you when some music came on talking about love? 

I wonder if you feel the same way... After all this time I still ask myself why. 

"I'm sorry, Luke... It's not working..." You said. "It's not your fault. It's mine..."

I wonder if you have a new man. Did you leave me for someone? Are you loving someone new? Wrapped around in the arms of other man...

I guess I'll never know.

And my friends say it is stupid (so stupid) for me to keep thinking about you and all we lived (this memories that haunt me like a ghost), but how can I move on when you are still the only name on my mind when I go to sleep. If I drive the same roads on this little town as you. If we go to the same places. Talk to the same people. How can I move on in this little (so little) town?

- Are you okay? - Suddenly John asked me. He knows I'm not, but I keep lying. 

- Yeah, sure. - The words came out of my mouth. Maybe if I keep saying this, I'll be really okay.

Maybe someday... Maybe...

The boys keep talking. Cars, whiskey, music, but I don't care. Not tonight.

- Give me another beer, man. - I said to the barman, a skinny guy with brown eyes.

Maybe I shouldn't have come to this bar tonight.  I'm starting to think there are only a couple things on this live I can count on...  

My truck broke down last week in the yard. Some friends moved away and never got the chance to say goodbye. And my dog ran off to some barn next door. Man, it's been a hell of a week. But nothing (nothing, nothing) compares to losing you... 

So tonight, sitting on this bar, I guess I'm gonna drink until I swear that I'm never gonna drink again...

Because I guess beer never broke my heart...