That’s My Problem

There are boxes in the hallway

There are boxes on the chair

There’s a lamp I don’t remember

And a plant that needs… air?

There’s a charge I can’t explain

There’s a bill I didn’t see

I was very good at choosing

Who decided I should pay the fee?

I could call Marie

Say, “What do I do?”

But I know what she’d say

And annoyingly, she’d be right too

That’s my problem

Wait, my problem?

I made the choice, so now I solve ’em?

That’s the rule? That’s how this goes?

Nobody warned me freedom comes with those

That’s my problem

Mine to keep

Mine at noon and mine at three

I wanted choices, I got all of them

Apparently that means

I get the problems too

I can leave the dishes waiting

But they’re waiting when I’m back

I can spend tomorrow’s money

Then tomorrow knows the math

I can miss an appointment

I can sleep through every call

Funny how nobody stops me

Funny how that doesn’t help at all

I could blame the world

I could blame bad luck

But some of this is very clearly

Me messing something up

That’s my problem

Yes, my problem

I made the choice, so now I solve ’em

That’s the rule, that’s how this goes

Freedom grows a thousand tiny chores

That’s my problem

Mine to face

Mine to fix at my own pace

I wanted choices, I got all of them

Apparently that means

I get the problems too

Maybe being on my own

Doesn’t mean I never need someone

Maybe asking for some help

Isn’t handing back what I’ve become

You can show me

You can stay

But you don’t have to choose my way

And if I make the wrong call

I can learn what happens next

That’s my problem

Yeah, my problem

I made the choice, and I can solve it

Not because I have to prove

I can do everything alone

That’s my problem

Strange but true

There’s a little pride there too

If these are consequences of the life I choose

Then they belong to me

The mess

The bills

The choices too

That’s my problem

And I think I like that

…a little.