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 the 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