The Problem

I've been noticing a common denominator

It always seems to end up happening sooner or later

You think the problem will be gone when you walk away

But it always stays

(and) It's always something or someone

It's never you who's the doer of the wrong done

It can't be coincidence if all that you touch comes unglued

The problem has to be you

I knew that the ending was a long, foregone conclusion

But I was trapped here in the comfort of my own illusion