Problem is a loaded word like putting the weight of the world on the back of a bird and then wondering why it's not flying

It doesn't even look like it's trying

The truth comes barreling towards us, a comet with its brake line cut

We're backed up by our own Greek Chorus singing about anything but

Alienation Is a hell of a drug. You end up feeling like a Kafkaesque bug

Sometimes it feels like I don't have a choice

I come crawling around at the sound of your voice

It's like violins pulling me down the hall by the holes in the sides of my head

With one well-pitched bad apple fastball

I go right back to dying in bed

And I know that the men in your life have been expecting you to fix them ever since the day you were born

And I don't wanna be just another thorn in that crown you've worn forever

So whenever I cycle back around here again

and I don't know where this one stops and the next one begins

But I know you never feel secure

Not knowing which one of me is gonna walk through that door.

So let me speak for them both when I say this

It's not that I don't wanna talk

It's just that if I try to explain it

I wouldn't even know where to stop.

So let's take it again from the top

I don't wanna do this dance 'til we drop

Give me back my sins I'll absolve them myself now

Let me be your one less problem