Bruxist Grin

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