Trouble

we're in a whole heap of trouble girl,
this isn't what I had planned.
Rest your head on my chest,
your hand in mine -
we'll bide time
and weather the storm.

It was an error in judgement -
a close curtain call,
I hang on the edge
of a terrible fall,
but don't worry dear
I'm calloused inside,
there is nothing beyond this -
it's the end of the line.

There's no reward for honesty,
just a boot to the face,
I sit here forever,
in the same place.

Too proud for love -
but slaven to lust,
asI pass my time, with men
I will never trust.

We're in a whole heap of trouble boy,
I see that look on your face,
just close your eyes and breathe - this isn't a race.
I'll be here for a while,
but don't expect more,
(we both know that's not what I came here for).

We're in a whole heap of trouble girl,
hold on for the ride,
keep your mouth shut,
bury those feelings inside.