barbacking

Chris Marsh is my name, barbacking is my game, At the Blue Line Tavern, ain't nothing ever changed, Stacking bottles in the back, pouring dreams in a glass, Living life on repeat, like a tape that won't pass. Late nights, bright lights, shadows dance on the wall, Serving up the spirits, while I’m watching them fall, Every shift's a grind, hustle hard, never slack, In this city of noise, I'm just trying to stay on track. Tension in the air, feel the weight of the scene, Every laugh, every tear, tells a story unseen, Pouring out my soul while I’m cleaning these stains, In the rhythm of the night, yeah, I'm breaking these chains. Eyes on the clock, but my mind’s on the grind, Counting tips like dreams, can’t afford to fall behind, Life’s a game of chess, but I'm playing with fate, In the tavern's glow, I’m just trying to create.