Trouble

I woke up wondering when I'm going to die
Window shopping everything feels like a lie
Paint my nails covering up all the bites
Clean the car just to hold back time

And it's true I've never known what I'm doing
It's all fluke all that I know's my own doing

Ooooooooooooooo

All the mums see me as trouble
And I'll never go very far
Who has the time to build futures?
And I've never been into cars

Shave my legs even though it's cold
Curse my bones a direct debit to Vogue
I go out when I prefer to be alone
Rewind life dragging over Coles

And it's true nobody knows what they doing
It's all fluke all that we know's our undoing

Ooooooooooooooo

All the mums see me as trouble
And I'll never go very far
Who has the time to a build a future?
And I've never been into cars



Credits
Writer(s): Ruth Marion Patterson
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