A cigarette is all that it is Until you make it your lover A sway is only a move Until you gel with another A party's only white noise If you hang in the corner And I- Was never one of the trouble Trouble I'm not quite sure How I ended up here I've always kept to my bubble But you talk like you hold all the wonders Between a gun and a chuckle And I've grown up cautious Of where my feet would land But said caution's thrown out When you tugged at my hand Oh when you walked into the room I know you were nothing but trouble Trouble Hide my eyes And make believe Oh these nights are mine My remedy You make of me A symphony Oh, and ode to all my Misery And it's cliche To think you have answers It's cliche To think I'll remember When all I wanna know You turn to stone