Bruxist Grin - Pile

First, your heart pounds in the dark

In the morning, your mouth full of dust

Tried to reason, but your jaw knows where you are

Trying to get settled on the grid

A beautiful view and your stomach is in your throat

Trouble, trouble either way

But you don’t want to find some way to stay with you

The moment I panic, you replace

The reason I can’t help being switched

There’s trouble, trouble either way

What you don’t want can find some way to stay

There’s trouble, trouble either way

What you don’t want can find some way to stay with you