Keith Otten - Lyrics for 3001

	Problem
	...And it's a mess this time somehow
	He's still late for everything He still needs the time to lick his wounds She gets stoned and waits for him Wonders if hs thinks she stops the rain And it comes back on time somehow - it's a little problem And it's a mess this time somehow - so far so undone She still finds him sleeping With his hands balled up in fists and his back toward her She still listens to the wind Wonders if hs thinks she stops the rain And it comes back on time somehow - it's a little problem And it's a mess this time somehow - so far so undone He's still hears his name The way it fell out of the phone from someone else She still finds him sleeping with his hands around the rain And it comes back on time somehow - it's a little problem And it's a mess this time somehow - so far It all comes back on time somehow - it's a little problem And it's a mess this time somehow - so far....