Table for One - Matthew Mayfield

We seem to find it common in books

Someones always dying but no one wants to look

And upon further inspection we find

We find the truth

And I’m tired of hosting banquets for ghosts in the mirror

I’m tired of hearing voices that only I can hear

I’m tired of staring down the same old barrel of that gun

Yeah, I’m tired of this table for one

Only being honest but true

She glances at the menu then family of two

And despite her introspection

She came and make her case

She’s tired of the whiskey, and she tired of the wrong

She’s tired of all the mystery In the places she comes from

She’s tired of staring down the same old barrel of that gun

She’s tired of this table for one

Yeah, she tired of that god damn table for one

And I’m tired of hosting banquets for ghosts in the mirror

I’m tired of hearing voices that only I can hear

I’m tired of staring down the same old barrel of that gun

Yeah, I’m tired of this table for one (x3)