Jason Lenyer Buchanan - This Town

This town is like a poison
There's one street light but no warning
On the outside it seems charming
No one ever sees it coming

The smaller this town gets
Deeper the quicksand goes
When you think you've made it out
You've only begun the throes

Of death and dying in this town
Paint the walls and sweep the street
Underneath is still the same
You might grow up, but never leave

There's a tree was used for hanging
Crooked branches gone through milling
Limbs where necks were breaking
Are now the beams in our church ceiling

Schoolhouse preps
The courthouse steps
And the lawman sings
While the church bell rings

Grandma hopes
The Council votes
Same surnames
Oh, nothing changes

Now the ghosts we keep condemning
Settle into new beginnings
History marches on, repeating
And we call our Hell improving

Now, the smaller this town gets
Deeper the quicksand goes
When you think you've made it out
You've only begun the throws

Of death and dying in this town
Paint the walls and sweep the streets
Underneath is still the same
You might grow up, but never leave

Oh, the smaller this town gets
Deeper the quicksand goes
When you think you've made it out
You've only begun the throws

Of death and dying in this town
Paint the walls and sweep the streets
Underneath is still the same
You might grow up, but never leave

Written by:
Jason Buchanan

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