Call it good timesCall it badCall it everything I want but never hadCall it bad timesCall it goodCall it everything I wish I said but never wouldCall me a stud (hey stud)Then crash my car (then crash my car)I'll be your boy it doesn't matter who you areI'll be the hole (the hole)If you can dig (if you can dig)And let me know how life is looking from the pitsI must be somebody's problem (you know it)Why can't that someone be youI tried it once before but no one opened up the door and looked at mе the way that you doI say you good?What's got your goose, love?I ask again shе says something along the lines of"Life tries to put me in a boxAnd once it starts it never parts it never stops"I must be somebody's problem (you know it)Why can't that somebody be you?I feel so damn unsure I'm always coming back for more and I only hope that you want me toI must be somebody's angelSomebody's angel is meSo if I'm half the contenderThat I'm pretending to beI must be somebody's problemBut what a problem to beSo if you need a solutionThen don't come looking for me
