The Problem

Pulled into the driveway and we sat there in the dark

Crying about a guy and I got off track

I asked if she remembered me believing in myself

And if there's any way to get that back

And it's one guy after another

It's the spiritual retreat

It's those road trips through the desert

Trying to fill the void in me

I'm always thinking I'm the problem, something that I need to fix

Eternal searcher of this psyche, I don't know what it is

I'm still searching for answers in every stranger that I meet

Maybe I'm bad at fixing what is wrong 'cause there is nothing wrong

With me

With me

I listen to his playlist and his problems on repeat

He don't know how much that she is sinking

I carried it around until the weight collapsed on me

I took all of the blame like it was mine

But sometimes you lose perspective

You forget it's not your fault

You get tangled in the troubles

That were never yours at all

I'm always thinking I'm the problem, something that I need to fix

Eternal searcher of this psyche, I don't know what it is

I'm still searching for answers in every stranger that I meet

Maybe I'm bad at fixing what is wrong 'cause there is nothing wrong

With me

With me

I'm not broken, not hopeless

Not damaged, not crazy

Just got my own timing

My stark silver lining

Not stupid, not worthless

Not doomed to repeat this

I'm not ruined

I'm just human

I'm always thinking I'm the problem