Matt McClure - The County Seat

I wrote myself a note I knew I'd never need
To buy more booze at the county seat
It might as well be just my thoughts on sleep
When the only change here is between the seats
Then as you wobbled home
It's what you see around two or three
When bubbles form on the periphery
When last night's sleep
Since turned to grief
And words fall out before
You even speak
Before you even speak
I'd hoped that you were here and
That you had known
A deeper bond to the truth
Than what you have shown
So may your demons here all find you cold and home
So they'll get bored and leave you alone
Or leave you more alone
It's what you see, through you misery
That there's no good even deep in me
I have learned to sleep standing on my feet
Just in case history repeats and
History repeats

Written by:
Matt McClure

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