[Verse 1]
Some say that I'm looking for trouble
Ha, to prove a point I guess I shouldn't rebuttal
But is it wrong that I'd rather fuck a hooker than cuddle?
& that I'd rather be alone than ever stood in a huddle?
A drunk fool, I was put in a struggle
Where I took what I loved & I shook it to rubble
Does it make me different by dipping my foot in the puddle?
And is to be myself only ever good when it's subtle?
(Well fuck you)
I've been chasing this one dream
Saving the unseen faces of some teens
Raising a drug fiend's faith to become clean
Waiting for grumpy haters to gun me, down
But lately it just seems lazy as fuck
Geeks stay at their dumb screen savers & punch keys
Saying I'm ugly, later these cunts be staining their undies, brown
And it's hard to react calm & to act smart when I'd rather attack
March to their backyards as I'm armed with a bat
Carve 'em a crap casket and pass it a plaque, ha
But I can't cause the brats starting this trash start it
But are just in fact harmless
But chat garbage while charging their Macs
Still a target is marked on my back & I'm thinking

[Chorus]
Why does the trouble find me?
The very second that I leave my bubble
Take a look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
And you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me? (Me, Me, Me)
The very second that I leave my bubble
Take a look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
And you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me?
[Verse 2]
Uh, so am I destined to fall?
I take a look at my life and I question it all
I'm expecting a small gesture like a text or a call
But then my friends block me out like a Mexican wall
Depressed in a ball, maybe I'm just sick in the head
Maybe my paranoia is beginning to spread
I sit & reflect, picking at my biggest regrets
And never leave 'em I just greet 'em with some liquor instead
I'm fucked up
It's like Murphy's Law has cursed me or prefers me to search for more
But first I pour the Turps that I'm thirsty for
This is Perth City, this ain't fucking Jersey Shore
(A good guy)
Who deserves a form of mercy or some perks he can work towards
Instead I'm in a hotel with a dirty whore
And I'm tempted to just jump from the thirteenth floor
Like goodbye
Cause it's hard to relax after the black darkness of karma's attached
Parked with a smashed glass and carton of Jacks
Lager attracts dramas it's part of it's trap, ha
It's like my heart has perhaps jarred and collapsed, scarred from the arguments had
Armour is cracked fast and I'm starving for scraps
But a target is marked on my back and I'm thinking

[Chorus]
Why does the trouble find me?
The very second that I leave my bubble
Take a look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
And you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me? (Me, Me, Me)
The very second that I leave my bubble
Take a look at all the trouble I've seen
You wouldn't ever wanna be my double
Take a look at the puddles I bleed
And you wonder why I seem quite puzzled
But if these pipe dreams I juggle with the streets might cease my struggle then
Why does the trouble find me?