I Want to Make You My Problem

Plug in the record player, I’ll be right there,

I just have to finish this letter.

Pour us both another glass, we’re not nearly drunk enough to be talking about things like this.

Light our cigarettes with the matches we found on the floor, there’s only ten left anyway.

Show me what it’s like to get high with you,

And don’t rip my clothes off, they cost a lot.

Let’s escape from ourselves by finding each other,

I want to make you my problem.

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