Nobody's Problem

I’ll be the fruit, you be the vine
Just chase these demons into swine
As broken hearts design our broken bones
It’s not like me to be unkind
Just no surprise if love is blind
Still, it’s nobody’s problem
Nobody’s problem
It’s nobody’s problem but my own
I’d gladly clap my hands and sing
Of heartbreak’s bold, poetic sting
Though hope’s a thing so easily
Outgrown
Don’t waste the joy she tries to bring
On jesters more, much less on kings
Still, it’s nobody’s problem
Nobody’s problem
It’s nobody’s problem but my own
If time could wipe away the stain
I’d shuffle off these mortal chains
They saved me pain
But sent me on my own
To live is death, to love is pain
Resolved as thus: a losing game
Still, it’s nobody’s problem
It’s nobody’s problem, nobody’s problem
It’s nobody’s problem but my own