Trouble (Brion Jon)

Here's the face of trouble It’s the face I wear And it may invite you in But I won’t go there Here’s a working model That generates despair And this baby cranks it out And it will take you out And I won’t care It’s a beauty It’s the mark of someone Who’s beyond repair He’ll refuse to help himself Thinking only of himself And though he isn’t by himself Well it’s your job now There’s a conversation We’re about to have And it’s full of twists and turns Half truths and vague concerns From one who never learns To one who never learns And I never learn Here’s the face of trouble