The Trouble Songtext
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Some say that I′m looking for trouble
To prove a point, I guess I shouldn't rebuttal
But is it wrong that I′d rather fuck a hooker than cuddle
And that I'd rather be alone than ever stood in a huddle?
A drunk fool, I was put in a struggle
Where I took what I loved and I shook it to rubble
Does it make me different by dipping my foot in a puddle?
And is to be myself only ever good when it's subtle?
But fuck you, I been chasing this one dream
Saving the unseen faces of some teens
Raising a drug fiend′s faith to become clean
Waiting for grumpy haters to gun me down But lately, it just seems lazy as fuck
Aches stay at their dumb screensavers and punch key
Saying I′m ugly, later these cunts be staining their undies brown
And it's hard to react calm and to act smart
When I′d rather attack, march to their backyards
As I'm armed with a bat, carve ′em a crap casket
And pass it a plaque, hah
But I can't ′cause the brats starting this trash
Started but are just in fact harmless
But chat garbage while charging their Macs
Still the target is marked on my back and I'm thinking


Why does the trouble find me
The very second that I leave my bubble?
Take a look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn′t ever wanna be my double
Take a look at all the puddles I bleed
And you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets
Might cease my struggle then why does the trouble find me?
The very second that I leave my bubble
Take a look at all the trouble I′ve seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at all the puddles I bleed
And you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets
Might cease my struggle then why does the trouble find me?

Uh, so am I destined to fall?
I take a look at my life and I question it all
I′m expecting a small gesture like a text or a call
But then my friends block me out like a Mexican wall
Depressed in a ball, maybe I'm just sick in the head
Maybe my paranoia is beginning to spread
I sit and reflect, picking at my biggest regrets
And never leave ′em, I just greet 'em with some liquor instead
I′m fucked up, it's like Murphy's Law
Has cursed me or prefers me to search for more
But first, I pour the Terps that I′m thirsty for
This is Perth city, this ain′t fucking Jersey Shore
A good guy, who deserves a form of mercy
Or some perks he can work towards
Instead, I'm in a hotel with a dirty whore
And I′m tempted to just jump from the thirteenth floor like goodbye
'Cause it′s hard to relax after the black darkness of karmas attached
Parked with a smashed glass and a carton of Jack's lager
Attracts drama, it′s part of its trap, huh?
It's like my heart is perhaps jarred and collapsed
Scarred from the arguments had, armour is cracked
Fast and I'm starving for scraps
But a target is marked on my back and I′m thinking

Why does the trouble find me
The very second that I leave my bubble?
Take a look at all the trouble I′ve seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at all the puddles I bleed
And you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets
Might cease my struggle then why does the trouble find me?
The very second that I leave my bubble
Take a look at all the trouble I′ve seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at all the puddles I bleed
And you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets
Might cease my struggle then why does the trouble find me?