I've got
Too many versions of myself to count
Lined up inside my head
I've got
Too many problems try to straighten them out
But it tangles me instead
I've got
All the anger in the world
Armor up and go to war
Don't forget to call and say goodbye
I've got
A reputation that I'm made of stone
I've got fire in my eyes
Too many hours of sunlight swallowed up
I'm a black hole
I've got
A heart that casts a shadow like a flame
That whips around my head
I've got
No self-control
All the anger in the world
Armor up and go to war
You'll come back a hero
If you make it out alive
So what's the problem
(What's your problem)
So what's the problem
(What's your problem)
You've got another couple months underground
And then
You'll get exactly what you want
So what's the problem
Too many people I know
That I don't get along with well
Too many mirrors
Hanging on too many walls
Too many too many apologies to give
Not sure if I mean them
Too many too many too many times
I've forgotten to want anymore
So what's the problem
(What's your problem)
So what's the problem
(What's your problem)
You've got another couple months underground
And then
You'll get exactly what you want
So what's the problem