The Jealous Sound: Troublesome

All this could be
How can I decide
Call it all loses
We'll try it on for size

How can I believe
I can be so brave
And I can never stop
I can never save

Someone is searching
Calling your name
Wanting and willing are one in the same

With all things aside
I'm calm when I confide
You're always in my thoughts
My stomach tied in knots

These days become the week
These weeks become our lives
Hanging overhead
Uncertain I arrive

It's open and closing
Closing again
Startled and stunning
But I can pretend

And I've seen troublesome
And I dig myself a grave
And I'll be done

How could I believe
I could ever change
The burden that you've built
I've rearranged

Kool-Aid and Camels
Standing in line
A bottle of something
For $5.49

No one can say it
Know that you lied
Nothing beneath me
I can't decide

Is everything escape
Is everything alone
Afraid to be awake
Afraid to use the phone

They're calling and calling
And calling again
Why don't you answer
Where have you been

Pick up this once just please
Pick up this once for me

Bleed to death, the first aid kit
We cut our hands as we open it

Nothing will help us
Nothing will do
Nothing has meaning
Nothing but you

And I've seen troublesome
And I dig myself a grave
And I'll be done

With a call they've sent for you
With heads bowed
And I dreamt what I can do
No shame now

And mother dreams for you
Father's words are few
Hope that they can have me
Dreamt what I can do

It's all in the dark
It's all that I despise

Bleed to death, the first aid kit
We cut our hands as we open it

Nothing will help us
Nothing will do
Nothing has meaning
Nothing but you

And I've seen troublesome
And I dig myself a grave
And I'll be done

With a call they've sent for you
With heads bowed
Never dreamt what I can do
No shame now