

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] It’s better this way Away but near You’re here in my head But you ain’t here It’s a quiet place Ashtray and a chair Talking to your shadow Like you still care [Chorus] It’s better this way Least that’s what I say Got my back to the door So I don’t watch you stay away It’s better this way That’s what I tell my bones ‘Cause this conversation I’ll have alone (mm-hmm) [Verse 2] Here and not there Glass on the table Your name in my mouth Tastes like a fable Ain’t a way out Once you’re in that deep So I sit with the truth Till it puts me to sleep [Chorus] It’s better this way Least that’s what I say Got my back to the door So I don’t watch you stay away It’s better this way That’s what I tell my bones ‘Cause this conversation I’ll have alone (oh, all alone)
Tags
Slow Chicago blues shuffle, male vocals, swampy tremolo guitar and walking upright bass. Drums lay back with brushed snare and crisp ride, harp moans in the gaps. Verses stay hushed and intimate; chorus swells with bent notes and call‑and‑response guitar licks. Final turnaround lands on a held vocal note and a lingering guitar bend., chicago blues, blues
3:44
No
4/16/2026