Measly Weekends

All these measly weekends,
I see you now, I see you wild,
I hear the chatter of your child,
I hear barn cats meowing,
mewing louder as you walk me out,
I see you late night in your Levi’s
drinking beer that holds history,
but tastes like water.

And your soul feels as old
as your hundred year home,
town said you’d wear me out,
but I still fell into your fold,
was looking for a liberal guy,
got caught up in your right-wing eyes,
and you’re posting shit that I can’t stand,
I still got lost between your hands.

An ounce for an ounce,
a pound for a pound,
I would have followed you
all the way down,
I would have followed you
across this whole town,
and now I loathe you
like fake news.