Somedays
I feel like I'm dreading Sundays
I've been telling you since Monday
That I've been feeling some way

I just feel I'm waiting
For something new, I'm waiting
I'm sick of this I'm wasting
I'm sick of this I'm bailing

If you feel like my heart wasn't true
Stick a knife in my back, I won't put up a fight
If you feel like my heart wasn't pure
Stick a blade in my back I won't ask you for more

Well, I'm holding onto blind hopes and false dreams
My memory's eluding me
And I swear that I can't remember last fall
Who I was with
Who I went through it all

You see, eventually
My eyes won't see
I'm losing sleep
My lungs are weak
And I can't breathe at all
With this smoke in my lungs
The air in my head makes me fall

If you feel like my heart wasn't true
Stick a knife in my back, I won't put up a fight
If you feel like my heart wasn't pure
Stick a blade in my back I won't ask you for more

You're just trouble
You're just trouble
You're just trouble to me

You're just trouble
You're just trouble
You're just trouble for me
(3x)

You're the on-
You're the only trouble that I need