Better This Way

[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)

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