Those you give trouble

They trust you and defend you but you just keep pushing them down, these people try to be friends but we hold them at length,
Times go by when we dismiss them altogether, but when trouble comes thats them sat waiting.
Some of us are trouble drifters, others are the fixers.
We give them trouble and they fix it for us, to those I drop my hat, they are our sisters, our brothers, our work mates.
But God they go on, they tell the same tales over and over, and you gotta love them, but do they moan.