Trouble Is
Trouble is I never meant to say those words with no filters
I guess I’ve had some things brewing but never knew how high the that flame was
I keep it under wraps I leash it to the fence my dogs weren’t meant
To bite but lick your face and chase your tail a friend without fail
The mind’s a funny thing it swings from a place serene to more obscene
What pulls that switch rips up old stitches, find me some thread these thoughts have bled
Perhaps life is just one big pendulum we ride on ad nausium
Lost within this movement wins, jump off we may, but fear the fray
Old dogs wail, tails wag like sails that guide me out to calmer seas
Oh please forget young words that hit you hard and made you question it
Where venom lies, is where logic shies, a place not mine, but where darkness pines-
Push it down, oh way down, find me some thread these thoughts have bled
Writer/s: FRASER CAMPBELL, JJ BYARS
