Trouble...
The trouble is when there's no trouble around
you fashion it out of fortune that you've found
blessings to curses
lucks to losses
a game plan of failure with arrows and crosses

cause you came to me with a bow on your back
but you didn't fit me so i
i sent you back
i sent you back

the trouble with you was no trouble at all
no mountain too big, no molehill too small
inside voices
outward poise
i prefer a little noise

you gave me the knife when i showed you the tack
but i couldn't face you so i
i stabbed your back
i stabbed your back

the trouble's with me...etc

try as i might i can't cut you no slack
cause you always loved me so i
I hurt you back