Trouble - Triple J Live at the Wireless
I'm young, your all old
Never do what I'm told
I'm trying to be apart of this world
A head start
It's hard, I'm lonely
Or maybe, I'm totally
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 don't need and want to (?) up to your own
But I know
That I'm just too much trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
I'm gross, bacterial
Nor 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
I only love to something, that's enough
Well maybe its because I give it up too soon
I don't like waiting, cut to chasing yeah that's true
You only date supermodels we'll stay friends
That's fine and cool love just never be one of them
I'm too much trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
I tried to remind my self
That its 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
Cos smooth legs are too much trouble
Never do what I'm told
I'm trying to be apart of this world
A head start
It's hard, I'm lonely
Or maybe, I'm totally
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 don't need and want to (?) up to your own
But I know
That I'm just too much trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
I'm gross, bacterial
Nor 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
I only love to something, that's enough
Well maybe its because I give it up too soon
I don't like waiting, cut to chasing yeah that's true
You only date supermodels we'll stay friends
That's fine and cool love just never be one of them
I'm too much trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
I tried to remind my self
That its 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
Cos smooth legs are too much trouble
Credits
Writer(s): Ruby Phillips, Chris Collins
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