Trouble

Seems like God has a problem with me

I'm acting fed to the teeth

And I could get in trouble for this

But in truth I am practically saint

Just slid off from the prayer

And I could get in trouble again

But I

I've been good for so long

So I

I could use a bit of going wrong

To finally be a little more

Than just a girl who lives next door

And looks like hundred girls you've seen before

God

You should cut some slack

Cause I've got faith

Every now and then I would see you

Inside of everything I did

But now I can't place you at all

Seems like I have no reason to cry

But the tears flood my eyes

And I can't get no sleep in the night

But in truth I am hopelessly sad

Bringing nails to your bed

And I could get in trouble for that

But I

I've been good for so long

So I

I could use a bit of going wrong

To finally be a little more

Than just a girl who lives next door

And looks like hundred girls you've seen before