Other People's Problems

You come around on a Saturday bearing gifts

And I don't know what to make of it, I almost lost my head and let you in

So we sit outside in a public place, playing by the rules

Comment on the weather, and trade stories about who is seeing who

But I don't wanna talk about other people's problems

Tell me something new

And ever since I saw you, I've been sleeping through the night

It's not that I'm not grateful, I just wish it wasn't you who made it right

'Cause everything is cut and dry now, let's not misconstrue

I can still have needs without expecting that they'll be fulfilled by you

So I don't wanna talk about other people's problems

Tell me something true

'Cause when all I get is headlines of some sugar-coated news

I wanna grab you by the shoulders and remind you who you're talking to

I don't wanna talk about other people's problems

Other people's problems

Tell me something true