Trouble Is

Dag Nasty

Be prepared

I know what's coming next

If she's entertaining doubts I guess that you know what is best

So I should

Be prepared

To make due with what is left

And if I can't prepare myself at least I know what to expect

My mind's made up about her

I couldn't live without her

So many times

So many times

I should have thanked god that I have her

And when I'm back home

Safe in her arms

Don't knock on her door

Don't pick up your phone

If she's entertaining doubts how do I explain

A grain of salt for her to take with the things that you say

Despite the distance give me trust

And I will bring it home to you

Give me till nothing's left but patience and I will bring it home to you

She only wants to spare you and I the time

We so faithfully invested

She throw it in our faces

You've been taken advantage of

Is that all I'm capable of?

(If it's just bitterness don't let it blind her)