Table for One

You seem to find it common in books
Someone's always dying,
But no one wants to look
(and) upon further inspection
We finally find the truth

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

Lonely and honest, but true
She glances at the menu,
Then the family of two
And despite her introspection,
She can't make her case

She's tired of the whiskey
And she's tired of the rum
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
Yeah, she's tired of this table for one
Yeah, she's tired of this goddamn table for one

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

Yeah, I'm tired of this table for one

Yeah, I'm tired of this table for one