It's not your parents   It's not your friends   It's not your siblings' indifference   It's not your job   It's not your boss   It's not the last five years you lost      It's not that girl you could never get   It's not the lover you never met   It's not your stuffy studio   It's not that shitty car   You know it's you      You're the sum of all the mistakes you've plotted through   The product of all pleasures   The situations you should come to   The guilt you've gone through afterward   You're the reason you don't sleep well sober   The whole of your hangovers; poor kid   The measure of your motives   And where those motives led      It's not the city you never left   That haunted house where you shared a bed   What'd that woman say to you?   It's not me, it's you   It's not me, it's you   It's you   It's you   It's you   It's no big deal      You're the total of all the trials you've been through   The remainder of your anger   It's the albatross you'll never lose   That burn's been on your neck   Since you learned the world will always turn against you   You choose to live counter-clockwise   You're the time of your life   So what's in that dapper necktie?   Raise your cup to the universal shrug   Why get so worked up?   Just shrug it off, and pass the peanuts . . .