Maybe I’m the Problem
Track 9 of Maybe I’m the Problem
[ Lyrics ]
Could be him… nah — maybe I’m the problem. Seven-thirty dinner with the lawyer from Brentwood, Eight-forty text from the artist who paints in blood. Said, 'You’re so different,' I said, 'That’s the point, dummy — I’m not a redemption arc, I’m a one-night pun.' Posted boots on the dash, fog on the lens, Someone tagged you in comments — I let it make sense. You used to say I was too much, now they line up for damage, Guess the girl you couldn’t handle’s the one they all clamor for. I feel the guilt creep in like a draft through the door, Then I pour another glass, kick the thought to the floor. If chaos is my language, then I’m fluent and loud, And if I paint the villain? Well, the frame looks proud. Maybe I’m the problem — I lit the smoke just to watch it rise. Maybe I’m the problem — I scheduled two dreams disguised as guys. Maybe I’m the problem — But the view from here? It’s crystal clear. Maybe I’m the problem… He asked for 'us' in a group chat, I just sent a GIF, Dancing skeletons, pink sunglasses — my version of a cliff. Sent flowers to *both* with the same card: 'Thanks for the night.' Let the rumors run wild, let the internet fight. Curated my dating like a film, every man a role, You were the lead in my last act — now I’m rewriting the whole. I know I’m playing with fire, reflection’s a mess, But the ashes feel better than your 'forever' confession. If I’m losing my soul in this glitter and spin, At least I’m the one holding the match — and the pen. Maybe I’m the problem — I lit the smoke just to watch it rise. Maybe I’m the problem — I scheduled two dreams disguised as guys. Maybe I’m the problem — But the view from here? It’s crystal clear. Maybe I’m the problem… Is it healing if I laugh through the pain? Is it growth if I dance in the rain — Of my own making? Yeah, I brought the storm. Wore my scars like a second skin, now I’m warm. I don’t miss you — I miss the quiet, The version of me that believed in 'us' and 'we'. Now I’m loud, I’m a flash, I’m a spark in the dark — Maybe I don’t want peace… I just want to be seen. Maybe I’m the problem — I lit the smoke just to watch it rise! Maybe I’m the problem — I scheduled two dreams disguised as guys! Maybe I’m the problem — But the view from here? It’s crystal clear. Maybe I’m the problem… Maybe I’m the problem… …probably.