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I'm The Problem

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[Verse 1] You point like a preacher with a mouth full of knives Say I poisoned the well, say I ruined your life I learned how to love from a television glow Static sermons teaching me what I already know I leave fingerprints on everything I touch Then wash my hands and say it wasn’t enough [Pre-Chorus] You need a villain to sleep at night So I put on the mask and sharpen the light If I’m the cancer in your prayer Why do you keep me everywhere? [Chorus] Yeah, I’m the problem, write it in bone Carve it in mirrors, call it my home If sin had a name, it’d sound like mine If hell had a face, you’d say it’s mine You want a monster, I’ll make it art I’ll hang your halo from my heart Yeah, I’m the problem, you’re not wrong But you loved the sickness all along [Verse 2] You drink forgiveness like it’s cheap wine Spit it back when it stops tasting divine You swear I’m the reason the sky turned black But you strike the match, then you blame the ash I bled apologies onto your floor You slipped in them and asked for more [Pre-Chorus] You need me broken to feel whole You need my sins to save your soul If I’m the wound you won’t let close Why do you kiss it till it rots? [Chorus] Yeah, I’m the problem, nailed to the wall Your favorite excuse when the angels fall If love’s a crime, I pled insane You pulled the trigger, I took the blame You call me poison, you drink me dry Then cry to God when you start to die Yeah, I’m the problem, etched in chrome But you built the cage and called it home [Bridge] I’m the scapegoat in your Sunday suit The truth you choke on when it gets too close You don’t want peace, you want control You don’t want love, you want a hole To bury me in, to feel reborn While you wash your hands and call me wrong [Breakdown] Say it louder Say it slow Say my name like you didn’t know I’m the sickness I’m the cure I’m the lie you call “secure” [Final Chorus] Yeah, I’m the problem, crown me sick You fed me nails then called me twisted If blame’s a throne, I’ll sit just fine A paper saint with a loaded spine You needed someone you could burn So I became the lesson you’d never learn Yeah, I’m the problem, skin and bone But you’d be nothing on your own [Outro] So light the match, say it’s my fault I’ll smile in the fire, baptized in salt If I’m the devil you can’t outrun Then look in the mirror I’m not the only one.