Call it Good Times

Call it good times
Call it bad
Call it everything I want but never had
Call it bad times
Call it good
Call it everything I wish I said but never would
Call me a stud (hey stud)
Then crash my car (then crash my car)
I'll be your boy it doesn't matter who you are
I'll be the hole (the hole)
If you can dig (if you can dig)
And let me know how life is looking from the pits

I must be somebody's problem (you know it)
Why can't that someone be you
I tried it once before but no one opened up the door and looked at me the way that you do

I say you good?
What's got your goose, love?
I ask again she says something along the lines of
"Life tries to put me in a box
And once it starts it never parts it never stops"

I must be somebody's problem (you know it)
Why can't that somebody be you?
I feel so damn unsure I'm always coming back for more and I only hope that you want me to

I must be somebody's angel
Somebody's angel is me
So if I'm half the contender
that I'm pretending to be
I must be somebody's problem
but what a problem to be
so if you need a solution
Then don't come looking for me