Trouble

Citywide on a narrow street side
A cold one, a mean one
Never took down the flyers
Barely tried to get hired

Don’t look right, don’t act right
I swear the murals move at night
But I can’t record it on my phone

Continuity, continuity
Conditioned by interruption
Whose history narrated by confusion

Dissolving in fluidities
Of dissolving work/life boundaries
Are you getting scared?
You don’t look right

Warping figures in a distorted timeline
Keep our distance from the strangers in outline
We might take our lives too seriously

What else is comedy, but acceptance of the real
When you can’t afford the hospital
And the ground is all banana peels?

A crisp and brand-new nightmare
Some kind of clinical misery
The phone rings on a holiday

They rose and shook
I barely stood
They rose and shook the blood off
We put ourselves in cages
Fed money through the bars
A career in trunks of cars

They rose and shook
I barely stood
They rose and shook the blood off

Citywide, they called it a promise
Clean your city, as if it’s our responsibility
Citywide, they called it a promise
Clean yourselves of depression and anxiety