Clarkston Pasture by Matthew Milia

I’d rather wear another layer
I’d rather sit in my big coat
In my cold living room
And cultivate a sore throat

Than be the only person who
Is breathing in the furnace air
I think it’s safe to assume
I’d be the only person there

‘Cause company is not near
And nothing’s gonna bring it back
Not another cold beer
Not another night black

The blackness all around
Your young Milky Way
Swirling in the white sound
But wasn’t it just yesterday?

Your warm breath in my ear
When you’re the only person who
When everyone could disappear
I'd only wanna think of you

Clarkston pasture
Driving faster
Out past the last bachelor pad
My uncle had

You called me the master
Of petty sad-bastardism
But that day all in all was not so bad
That day all in all was not so bad

I’m wondering what you see
I’m wondering what you know
I wonder if you peep me
In the Christmas tree glow
The family is dwindling
And all your old furniture
Gather it as kindling
And try to raise the temperature

In your hometown starlight
Freezing in a parking lot
Cheering on a bar fight
But you know where it’s always hot

Clarkston pasture
Driving faster
Out past the last bachelor pad
My uncle had

You called me the master
Of petty sad-bastardism
But that day all in all was not so bad
That day all in all was not so bad

Appears on On the Northline