Troubles Behind from Laying Low by Chris Ballew

TROUBLES BEHIND

time never brought me this far
never got me this close
never let me break the chain and throw away my
watch me transfer power to my problems
that I thought I could vaporize
with my supersonic embryonic
light every match in the book
and maybe I will not burn
all the graveyards I can find down to the
ground turns to mud in a storm
hiding in the basement of a funeral home
hiding from the wind that only wants to flatten life and
blow my fragile mind
over matter is fine
if you have that similar sort of specific kind of
mind your manners and try
to get the new high score
watch my bank account soar yet I thirst for
more or less or good or bad
dismantled and modified
behind the curtain I can commodify all of my
love should be easy and free
like climbing a tree
going up is so much easier than coming
down beat heart on a cardiogram
I tried to mix jazz and glam
but the drum beat I made broke all but nine of my
toes have been stepped on and bruised
I just wanna cut loose
and leave all my troubles behind
all my troubles behind

• Alternative
• fuzzy
• loops
• loud
• meditation
• quiet
• Seattle