| Song Length |
3:39 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Pop - General |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Irritated |
Subject |
Bad Love, Breaking Up |
| Similar Artists |
Soul Coughing |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
You say I've got problems, and i just say they're technicalities
you say they're problems, and try to pin the blame inside of me
your manic
you tell me i need doctors
while you're sucking juice from pre-peeled lemon drops
sure i need doctors, cause it seems the heavy rains have spoiled my crops
there goes my cannabis
you doodle up diplomas and theorize that i may not be well
make reservations in that giant padded one room white hotel
they call Bellevue
you'd pump me up with valium, the second that i gave you half a chance
some beer and valium, in a cemetery doing modern dance
like Baryshnikov
when the damn starts, trickling water
the valley's gonna flood
but your so cautious, you found a dutchboy
and now you feel secure
you say you don't need me, that call from Mexico has made you poor
sure you don't need me, so why'd you keep the key to my front door?
can you say, 'locksmith?'
the truth is that i'm sober, but trust me, honey, that won't last for long
i thought i warned you, but you keep on insisting that i'm wrong
yeah me and Shakespeare
so if your drowning, new in town and
you need someone to care
give a call and i'll come running
and push you down the stairs
you say i've got problems, but you're the one who's covering your tracks
we've all got problems, and mine is that you keep on coming back
just like Elvis
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