Trouble

I'm young, you're 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 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 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, cut to chasing, yeah, that's true

You only date supermodels so we'll stay friends

That's fine and 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