"Problem of Intentions" by Josh Penslar, performed from the comfort of his bedroom. If you like it, pass it on to your friends! If not, share it with your enemies!

LYRICS:

Tell me how like me you are
We ain't got far, no we ain't got far
Walk me home or just to the park
We can hang in my car or a karaoke bar

Oh it's a well-intentioned plan
By a well-intentioned man
To get his well-intentioned hands into your shirt.
It may not be meant to be, but you're getting close to me,
Whatever I imagine what will be, I wait and see, oh...

History is endless, but the future is so small.
Maybe we're just up against a wall.

Now come with me and don't ask why
I'm a good guy, you can see it in my eyes
Though eyes don't talk, eyes can lie,
Everything's implied and it makes me want to die

Cause it's a well-intentioned plan
By a well-intentioned man
To get his well-intentioned hands into your skirt.
It may not be meant to be, but you're getting close to me,
Whatever I imagine what will be, I wait and see, oh...

History is endless, but the future is so small.
Maybe we're just up against a wall.

[whistle solo]

Sleeping at home and sleeping in the bar,
We ain't got far, no we ain't got far,
And I know I won't ever be a superstar
But you look at me so bizarre when I'm playing this guitar...

Oh it's a well-intentioned plan
By a well-intentioned man
To get his well-intentioned hands into your heart.
It may not be meant to be, but you're getting close to me,
Whatever I imagine what will be, I wait and see, oh...

History is endless, but the future is so small.
Maybe we're just up against a wall.
Maybe we're just up against it all.
Maybe it's a tournament, maybe it's impermanent,
Maybe we're just up against a wall.
Maybe we're just up against a wall... (less info)