The Fiddleheads Trouble lyrics

Well your mama said there'd be days like this
Where you don't know if you're in love or if
You're ill from head to toe 'cause if
There's a difference then I don't know

Well you and me we seem to be a match
Made in heaven or history but now
My fever's higher and I'm feeling weak
Check my thermometer, I'm on fire

Aren't you sick, 'cause I'm sick, I'm sick of all of these
Games we're playing
Sick of pretending, we're doing fine
I'm tired of keep, keep on pretending that we
We are infallible, when It's undeniable that

We're headed for trouble
We're headed for trouble
We're headed for trouble
We're headed for trouble, trouble

And day to day we play nice, expertly
Say please and thank you and that don't bother me
But now this painted smile fades from my checks
My faith is shaken and I can't speak


Aren't you sick, 'cause I'm sick, I'm sick of all of these
Games we're playing
Sick of pretending, we're doing fine
I'm tired of keep, keep on pretending that we
We are infallible, when It's undeniable that

We're headed for trouble
We're headed for trouble
We're headed for trouble
We're headed for trouble, trouble

Sitting at the table next to me
We could't be any farther apart you see
We may be young and we may be naive
We might be over and I can't breathe

We're headed for trouble
We're headed for trouble
We're headed for trouble
We're headed for trouble
Baby, yeah