Problems

Open on a building in a bustling city

Condemned to the shadows of self-loathing pity

And cut to the people and the problems, fade to black

Never seem to catch a break

Just when I need for heaven's sake

I ran my car into another

Lost my cool in time for summer days

I think I found a way

To have the perfect hang

And everyone will stay

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

Setting up a party

So fun to do

Setting up a party

It's my right to

Listen to me sing my song

Singing at my party

I'm expressive

Cleaning up my party

We're so messy

What could possibly go wrong

Now that everybody's gone?

This problem, this problem, this problem

This problem is my problem

This problem is my problem

How can I fix the problem when it is with myself?

This problem is my problem

What do I do when the people in the problem is self?

This problem is my problem

How can a person have a problem with themselves?

This problem is my problem

Why do I have to be the person with myself?

This problem is my problem

This problem is my problem

And there's always a problem