Table for One by Matthew Mayfield Lyrics

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)