Trouble

You can't help but do what you want to
Just talk slower somehow that will
make it all true

And now you're putting on your shoes
My what a foul reaction
And then you lose composure with
distractions

One step forward made from the
backside
So far under you're believing all your
own lies

And now your putting on your shoes
My what a foul reaction
And then you lose, composure with
distractions
Are you confused, you can't believe
we took action
Is this what you choose, it's hard to
avoid disaster

This trouble you want we don't