Nobody's Problem - Jens Kuross

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