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 . .