The Trouble

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Some say that I'm looking for trouble Ha, to prove a point I guess I shouldn't rebuttal But is it wrong that I'd rather fuck a hooker than cuddle? & 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 & I shook it to rubble Does it make me different by dipping my foot in the puddle? And is to be myself only ever good when it's subtle? (Well fuck you) I've 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 Geeks stay at their dumb screen savers & punch keys Saying I'm ugly, later these cunts be staining their undies, brown And it's hard to react calm & 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, ha But I can't cause the brats starting this trash start it But are just in fact harmless But chat garbage while charging their Macs Still a target is marked on my back & I'm thinking [Chorus] 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 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? (Me, Me, 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 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? [Verse 2] 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 & 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 Turps 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 karma's attached Parked with a smashed glass and carton of Jacks Lager attracts dramas it's part of it's trap, ha It's like my heart has 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 [Chorus] 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 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? (Me, Me, 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 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?