Problem Me (Modwheelmood)

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]