[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?