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