troubled son

Miles Kane

So you wanted happiness, oh
Well, I m not one to second-guess
I oughta get myself in check, oh
Before I m left alone again

As I caught my own reflection
We were just making conversation to pass the time
I never doubted my dependence
But now it s retrospective, let s draw the line

I m a troubled son
I come undone
Then I cut and run
I m a troubled son

Maybe there s a time or place, oh
For me to set the record straight
Maybe I could save some face, oh
I need to feel safe

In this darkness, I remain
I m still standing in the rain, do you hear my call?
As it echos through my veins
And a lifetime of mistakes, just see my fall

I m a troubled son
I come undone
Then I cut and run
I m a troubled son

I m sick and I m tired of second-guessin
Maybe in time, I ll learn my lesson
I ve said some things, I ve made a mess
And I m facing my sins, this life is precious
I m sick and I m tired of second-guessin
Maybe in time, I ll learn my lesson
I ve said some things, I ve made a mess
And I m facing my sins tonight

I m a troubled son
I come undone
Then I cut and run
I m a troubled son
I m a troubled son
I come undone
Then I cut and run
I m a troubled son

I m a troubled son (I m sick
and I m tired of second-guessin )
I m a troubled son (Maybe in time, I ll learn my lesson)
I m a troubled son (I ve said some things, I ve made a mess)
I m a troubled son (And I m facing my sins tonight)
I m a troubled son