**[Verse 1]** Before we start, a tiny little note: No names were used, no screenshots, no quotes. No birthdays, addresses, license plates, No identifying details for the people I hate. So legally, spiritually, technically too, I have no fucking clue why this bothers you. If a lyric hits home and ruins your day, That sounds like something you should unpack someday. **[Pre-Chorus]** Everybody gets a pass, Everybody gets plausible deniability. I’m not pointing fingers— I’m just aggressively describing reality. **[Chorus]** It’s not about you. No, seriously. It’s not about you. Why are you looking at me? I said “some asshole,” There’s like eight billion people. If you heard your name In a song with no names— That is not my problem, babe. It’s not about you. Unless you think it is. And if you think it is… That’s interesting. **[Verse 2]** Maybe it’s about a guy from Idaho. Maybe it’s about somebody I don’t even know. Maybe I invented every single event, For artistic reasons and tax purposes, allegedly. Maybe that exact weird thing that you did Is just a universal human experience. Maybe everyone says that exact same phrase Right before they ruin somebody’s fucking day. What are the odds? Crazy coincidence. Anyway— **[Chorus]** It’s not about you. No, seriously. It’s not about you. Why are you sweating? I said “some asshole,” Didn’t provide a description. If you volunteered yourself For the fucking position, Congratulations on your intuition. It’s not about you. Unless you think it is. And if you think it is… That’s interesting. **[Bridge]** This album is about humanity. Society. Generational bullshit. Bad decisions. People being weird in parking lots. My own catastrophic personality. The collapse of basic decency. And, apparently, one completely unrelated person who keeps asking if it’s about them. No. Stop asking. You’re making it weird. **[Breakdown]** Not you. Not you. Definitely not you. That line? Not you. That other line? Also not you. The one where I said, “Wow, what kind of fucking person does that?” …broad observation. Very broad. **[Final Chorus]** IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU. I cannot stress this enough. IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU. Why do you look so fucking nervous? Everyone gets a pass, Everybody walks free. I’m not talking about anybody— I’m talking about *thematically.* And if every song Feels weirdly specific, Maybe don’t call me. Maybe sit with it. It’s not about you. **[Outro]** This work is fictional. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, blocked, muted, unfollowed, or currently saying “this is obviously about me” is purely coincidental. Probably.
