Trouble In The Wind Can't Help But Think
I just sit on what I got
She likes to dance a lot
In that dress her parents bought
So I sit in my chair
See the wind kiss her hair
I wouldn't rather sit anywhere
But I can't help but think
She's the end of me
That's alright with me
As long as I can sing
Well that glass is half full
So I drank it down
I'm done getting pushed around
Either kiss me or I'm out
Oh my aching chest
Lets give this game a rest
I'm done you don't exist
But I can't help but think
She's the end of me
That's alright with me
As long as I can sing
