All I see outside is problems I've been hiding in my room I don't think I'm gonna solve them But I can try, you know I do I keep my distance from the phone lines I just found out it's Saturday Picked my guitar up for the first time In months forgot how much I love to play And all my friends tell me I'm so bad with faces I think I've seen too many Ventafara-way places Got stamps I don't remember from two-hour vacations I'm too good at complaining, considering everything Cause I'm not one to turn on a blind eye There's things I should acknowledge and take responsibility for And feel like I might die every time I walk out the door All I see outside is problems I hope they're mostly gone by June Yeah, all I see these days is problems But my favorite one is you Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah Cause I'm not one to turn on a blind eye There's things I should acknowledge and take responsibility for And feel like I might die every time I walk out the door All I see outside is problems I've been hiding in my room I don't think I'm gonna solve them But I can try, you know I do All I see outside is problems I hope they're mostly gone by June Yeah, all I see these days is problems But my favorite one is you Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah