song by Marcus Marr & Chet Faker
The trouble with us lyrics

You mumble under your breath,
I doubt you know what she said
Let's get this off your chest
Right here, right now
I'm tryina make this a mess,
We're tryina run in the dark
Won't make up reasons to destroy what we're needing
'Cause we're addicted to bleeding hearts

Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred
We're tearing paint off the walls
Nights are made of kiss & make up,
It's on the edge of emotional

I see that look in your eyes
Heartbeats get in the way,
I see that look on your face
I can't take it away

(x2)
Uh, God has a trouble with me
I need the trouble with you
Uh, God has a trouble with us
I need the trouble we trust

I see you're looking at me

You let under your dress,
But you won't show me you heart!
Teach me a lesson, I guess
I still go back to the dark
I'm tryina clean up the mess
Girl, I don't know where to start
We're in the seasons of deliberately needing
If I'd had a fire I'd burn it up heights

Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred
We're tearing paint off the walls
Nights are made of kiss & make up,
It's on the edge of emotional

I see that look in your eyes
Heartbeats get in the way,
I see that look on your face
I can't take it away

(x2)
Uh, God has a trouble with me
I need the trouble with you
Uh, God has a trouble with us
I need the trouble we trust