Problem Me

Come with me

Staying here would change what you should be

A parody of all the things that you supposed to be

Let it go

Even when it hurts like you don't know

Reality: It's never quite the sweetest ride, you see

And then you hide- red wine, old times, no time, cash

flies

This time, I might blow into smitherines

Like Jack, come back Christmas, where you've been?

Relax, tell me what's the worry

Who's the problem me?

[repeat]

[last time, repeat 'who's the problem, me' three times]