problems (v1)

 

I found myself inside a bottle on my shelf

And I made a couple songs for you, Joel

'Cause the last thing you told me was to give 'em hell

And now you ain't with me and it's clear to see

That I barely sleep and I barely eat

And when I heard the news, I could barely speak

And I guess Percocets are more important to you

 

And I got problems and you have problems too

I said, "Fuck my life," I got a point to prove

You said, "Fuck this life," and popped a pill or two

I stay inside my room, I love the solitude

And I got problems and you have problems too

I said, "Fuck my life," I got a point to prove

You said, "Fuck this life," and popped a pill or two

I stay inside my room, I love the solitude

 

And she tells her friends that she's severely depressed

They say, "No you're not, I think it's all inside your head"

She just smoked a spliff and I can smell it on her breath

And her boyfriend doesn't love her, he loves smoking cigarettes

Like, oh-oh-oh, I know it kinda hurts to see me go

But we both needed space so we can grow

And I guess that it's a part of gettin' oh-oh-old, it's feeling cold

 

And I got problems and you have problems too

I said, "Fuck my life," I got a point to prove

You said, "Fuck this life," and popped a pill or two

I stay inside my room, I love the solitude

And I got problems and you have problems too

I said, "Fuck my life," I got a point to prove

You said, "Fuck this life," and popped a pill or two

I stay inside my room, I love the solitude