Country Bar

Do you think that i dont see how you look at me?

The rip in the fabric is moving with the heater

Purposefully cryptic, you're holding the tension

While i get the needle intending to mend it

We'd spend whole days just digging through garbage

The cat in the afternoons calling for something

And I cant understand all the hidden intention

But a kiss on the head is a sacred offering

Gravel piled up in a lot off the interstate

First one to the top is enormous and strongest

I am the king of all i am feeling

And you are in charge of your own expression

So don't you think that I cant see how you look at me

Its no surprise I love the mechanical

Rock like a bull in a country bar

A crumpled up instruction manual

I think we'll decide where the pieces go

If it sputters and spits ill take it apart again

I think it all can fit