I've Got a Problem

I've got a problem. It's got me locked up tight

Rough material, sleeves too long, and a crummy shade of white

There's a window in the door, though it's way too small

But i'm grateful for the padding, when i'm bouncing off the wall

They sent me away for three years and a half

That's not a sentence, that's a paragraph

Count the minutes, believe me there were plenty

One million eight hundred forty thousand three hundred and twenty

I've got a problem. It really gets in my way

It can happen to me any time of the day

Medications don't work, though i've tried and tried