Trying to Find Trouble

Trying to Find Trouble

Call me crazy, call me paranoid

But blame my broken past

I've searched you inside and out

Trying to find trouble

I look for you to do me harm

Wait for a slip up

Your chance for a strike

I try to weed out a flaw

Pick out a problem

Scope out an issue or two

I hope for some kind of imperfection

Seek some kind of problem

And to my conclusion...

You have nothing...

No...there's nothing there for a complex inquisition

No evidence for an interrogation

No reason for quarrel

You, my love, can do no wrong

Instead of finding trouble, I found a saint

Instead of worry, I find peace

Rather than hate, I find even more love

You erase all of my troubles

Trump my past affairs

Eliminate my heartbreak

Trying to find trouble led me to finding a new found love in you

So my search can stop here

I found where I belong

No need to fathom running away