JOSHUA THOMAS
TROUBLE WIRED
WRITTEN BY JOSHUA THOMAS
Hold me up
I am tired
Frayed to bone
Trouble-wired
Glad I have no babies coming ‘round
It seems to be so much warmer now
Young blood, lift off the ground
Don’t wanna live in an underwater submarine town
Don’t call on me
To disbelieve in the fire
The wire is tripped to be
The untethering
Hold me up
I am tired
Frayed to bone
Trouble-wired