Trouble

In a meadow tripping on my sane
I'm reading paper asking more to gain
Now you have told me, I'm a dead end freak
Now I assume I must've peaked at three

I'm on a voyage fluttering with flies through dandelions
Two snipped wings can't cure my alibi
Foreshadowed urn carried in a parade
A eulogy ain't enough to mask the grey

Your talent trouble won't leave me
Your talent trouble won't bleed me free
Your talent trouble won't leave me
Your talent trouble

Disguise the cold heart in
A woven garden bed
Then hide your trial lens
Behind the fence

Press play on a disc to hear a voice
A certain irony of a fateful choice
Mosquitos swarm and sting their precious prey
Is the infection enough to cause a plague

Your talent trouble won't leave me
Your talent trouble won't bleed me free
Your talent trouble won't leave me
Your talent trouble
No, no
Your talent trouble won't bleed me

The shovel breaks the barrier of a timeline
The dirt kicked up is for the bugs to dine
The memory game is fun for all to feast
Who's next to be soil for the weeds

Your talent trouble won't leave me
Your talent trouble won't bleed me free
Your talent trouble won't leave me
Your talent trouble, you're trouble
No, no
Your talent trouble won't bleed
Me



Credits
Writer(s): Zac Mercure
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