Monday, April 7, 2014

trouble

You drink more then you used to,
And I smoke more then I used to,
I told you not to fall in love,
And you told me not to ask for trouble,
But we did,
We follow each other,
Like boys follow girls perfume,
And now were in this whole loud of trouble,
Or worlds they rumble...

You scream louder then you used to,
And I thrown more at you then I used to,
I told you not to get to close,
And you told me not to ask for anything,
Yet we did,
We drifted far of shore,
Yet we still want more,
Waiting for the other to fall asleep,
Oh were in a whole loud of trouble...
Yeah a whole loud of trouble...

It seem that we got used to being used to each other,
And now there's you trouble...

And now there's you're trouble...





















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