New Trouble // Low Expectations

Chew me up and spit me out

I think I got it now

I think I got it got got it I think I got it now

Finders keepers lost and found

Sniff it make it swirl around

I think Ill take it take take it and it tastes like

New trouble

Running engine

Burning rubber under the hood

The thing about me leaving is I wish that I could

We never really know how much time we have left

I’ll keep on fishing and wishing and hoping

That it tastes like

New trouble

Low expectations I know you have always saved me

No destination you have always entertained me

Low expectations I know you have always saved me

No destination you have always entertained me

La la la la la la la

New trouble

I got low expectations