You know your problem, you got no fight
You're all a-bluster but lack the bite
You fall in the face of passive-aggression
Crippled by fear and manic depression
You know your problem, you got no fight
And I don't know whether to cut myself or run away
You know your problem, you got no chill
You won't keep quiet and you can't sit still
You don't stay calm like you know that you oughta
The stress of your dad and your dog and your daughter
You know your problem, you got no chill
And I don't know whether to cut myself or run away
You spout your drunken sixth-form opinion
Your left-wing politics and hate of religion
You know your problem
And I don't know whether to cut myself or run away