Trouble

I'm young, you're all old Never do what I'm told I'm trying to be a part Of this world, a head start It's hard, I'm lonely Or maybe, I'm toey I'm done, I'm tired Give us a beer, just got fired Well, my life's pretty shit But I don't mind being alone It makes it easy when I never have a phone And I've got needs and wants similar to your own But I know That I'm just too much trouble Trouble Trouble Trouble I'm gross, bacterial Not wife material Don't want romantic dates Just a root, a best mate A dirty truck, a comfy swag A big dog, some trackie dacks Pretty busy, so I'm not fussed Don't need love, just something that's enough Well, maybe it's because I give it up too soon I don't like waiting, can't do chasing, yeah, that's true You only date supermodels, so we'll stay friends That's fine, they're cool, I'll just never be one of them I'm too much trouble Trouble Trouble Trouble I tried, remind myself That it's good for mental health To not care to think I'm hot But I can't have sex unless the lights are off So I play to heaps of crowds But I'm anxious, I'm a coward Forgot to shave, now I got stubble 'Cause smooth legs are too much trouble