Trouble only starts when we dig up parts of the old days

Trouble only starts when we dig up parts of the old, old days

I've been trying to sell you lies, but fiction eats me alive

I've seen this scene go sideways fifty times

Trouble wouldn't start if you'd only part with your old ways

Trouble wouldn't start if you'd only part with your old, old ways

I've been trying to free my mind, but nothing's moving aside

We might as well just skip right to the fight

I could fly-tip all of the shit from my mind

Fridge freezers filled with things to say

I could fly-tip all of the shit from my mind

I could shed the weight

But I would hate to see the worry go to waste

Trouble's in your heart since you saw the art in the old days

Trouble's in your heart since you saw the art in the old, old days

I've exhausted both my eyes, there's no meaning in sight

Just lines we left in black ink on the light

I could fly-tip all of the shit from my mind

Fridge freezers filled with things to say

I could fly-tip all of the shit from my mind

I could shed the weight

But I would hate to see the worry go to waste