Trouble

I'm young, you're all old
 Never do what I'm told
 I'm trying to be a part
 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've 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, can't do chasing, yeah, that's true
 You only date supermodels, so we'll stay friends
 That's fine, they're cool, I'll just never be one of them
 I'm too much trouble
 Trouble
 Trouble
 Trouble
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 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