Trouble

I'm young, you're all old
Never do what I'm told
I'm trying to be a part
Of this world, a head start

It's hard, I'm lonely
Or maybe, I'm toey
I'm done, I'm tired
Give us a beer, just got fired

Well, my life's pretty shit
But I don't mind being alone
It makes it easy when I never have a phone
And I've got needs and wants similar to your own
But I know

That I'm just too much trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble

I'm gross, bacterial
Not wife material
Don't want romantic dates
Just a root, a best mate

A dirty truck, a comfy swag
A big dog, some trackie dacks
Pretty busy, so I'm not fussed
Don't need love, just something that's enough

Well, maybe it's because I give it up too soon
I don't like waiting, can't do chasing, yeah, that's true
You only date supermodels, so we'll stay friends
That's fine, they're cool, I'll just never be one of them

I'm too much trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble

I tried, remind myself
That it's good for mental health
To not care to think I'm hot
But I can't have sex unless the lights are off

So I play to heaps of crowds
But I'm anxious, I'm a coward
Forgot to shave, now I got stubble
'Cause smooth legs are too much trouble