la da da da da

i'm gonna bury you in the ground

la da da da da

i'm gonna bury you with my sound

i'm gonna, drink the red

from your pretty pink face

i'm gonna

oh, you don't like that?

or do you just not like me?

sorry i don't treat you like a goddess

is that what you want me to do?

sorry i don't treat you like you're perfect

like all your little subjects do

sorry i'm not made of sugar

am i not sweet enough for you?

is that why you always avoid me?

i must be such an inconvenience to you

well

i'm just your problem

i'm just your problem

it's like i'm not even a person, am i?

i'm just your problem, well

i-i-i shouldn't have to justify what i do

i-i-i shouldn't have to prove anything to you

i'm sorry that i exist

i forgot what landed me on your black list but

i-i-i shouldn't have to be the one who makes up with you, so

why do i want to?

why do i want to?

(even though i)

i'm just your problem

i know

i'm just your problem

yeah

oh

oh

i'm just your

i'm just your

i'm just

i'm just your problem

instrumental

i'm just your problem

i'm just your problem

it's like i'm not even a person, am i?

i'm just your problem

so, why do i want to?

why do i want to?

(make up with you)

it's all so pointless because

i'm just your problem