Universal Shrug

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 want 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 bird'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 . .