Howard has a problem.

Down the street is the bureau of broken dreams Storms in their eyes and regret on every face you meet Howards in the alley becoming less than a man While he spends his nights alone and throws himself at whoever he can Howard has a problem He can't get enough Of his older ways Dips into a suicide Apples in his cyanide Everyday Down the street is the center of mental care He goes there everyday to talk to people who don't care He can't sleep 'cause he's afraid of having a dream But I don't really blame him 'cause he's got a king of hearts up his sleeve Howard has a problem He can't get enough Of his older ways Dips into a suicide Apples in his cyanide Everyday Howard has a problem, things are getting tough Living under a rock, now I think he's had enough Howard has a problem, things are getting worse Getting closer to the day that he's buried 'neath the earth Howard has a problem, life is getting tough Now there's no more Howard, Now he's had enough Howard had a problem He just had enough Of his older ways Committed to his suicide Apples in his cyanide To this day And now there's no more Howard