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 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