Silas Crowe - That's Your Trouble

You watched my glass all evening Forgot to count your own Yeah, You watched my glass all evening Forgot to count your fuckin’ own Then you put a hand against the wall And said you couldn’t make it home You told me every wrong I’d done I didn’t argue one Yeah, You told me every wrong I’d done I didn’t argue a single one But every time you said I’m to blame It was your wrongs coming out in my name That’s your trouble You need me dirtier than you That’s your trouble And it ain’t nothing new Go on, drag me through the mud Till your own hands look clean I’ve got mine to answer for Yours don’t belong to me Yeah, Yours don’t belong to me You say I led you to the bottle I never made you drink Yeah, You say I led you to the bottle I never made you drink You came in here before I did And you were ordering when I came in That’s your trouble You need me dirtier than you That’s your trouble And it ain’t nothing new Go on, drag me through the mud Till your own hands look clean I’ve got mine to answer for Yours don’t belong to me Yeah, I’ve got mine to answer for But Yours don’t belong to me