It's weird. every time we hang out, I have a dream about you that night.
Dreams where my car drives sideways.
I don't want to be part of the problem
I try so hard to get roughed up
Fists on up, it looks that easy
It looks that way to me
It looks that way to you
But then there's you telling me I can
Then there's you screaming "Say something"
I want the ocean right now
I get so jealous that I can't even work
There I am in the morning
I don't like what I see
I don't know how it's become such a problem
Keep you up all night if I try to remain calm
How can they ask why I feel so angry?
Do you see my problem if I never explain it?
But then there's you asking me how long
Say something, it's taken me so long.
