He looks like trouble
I could feel it when we met
I knew he'd have it in for me and my stubbornness
I think he saw an angel
Lost and floating here on earth
I knew he'd see the best of me when I was at my worst
Maybe there's a flaw in my psychology
Explaining why I never want what's best for me
Cause I don't look at me
And see a masterpiece
He may see an angel all I see are tethered wings
He's causing trouble
In my peaceful solitude
Now a night all to myself is what I think they call the blues
And I don't think he knows it
He's keeping to himself
I knew he'd bring out the worst in me when I was in good health
I look for the beauty with a careful eye
But only for everyone else's sake not mine
So how can you be kind
When the beholder's blind
Trusting that they'll see what they need to in time
He's disrupting the calm
I'm as fragile as it gets
He's brewing the storm and somehow cleaning up the mess
He looks like trouble
One look and I knew
He looks like the trouble I'm about to get into
