[Verse 1] She's standing at the counter With her phone held like a badge. Says she's been waiting seven minutes And she's getting pretty mad. She wants somebody's supervisor. Wants a number she can call. Says, Do you have any idea who I am? No. Not really. Not at all. I can feel the words assembling. I can hear them loud and clear. But apparently we're not supposed to say Every thought that brings us cheer. [Pre-Chorus] So I bite my tongue. I breathe real slow. I find a happy place. Because the sentence in my head right now Should probably stay inside my face. [Chorus] NOBODY OWES YOU SHIT! NOT A TROPHY! NOT A THRONE! NOT A FUCKING RED CARPET EVERY TIME YOU LEAVE YOUR HOME! YOU CAN ASK! YOU CAN WAIT! YOU CAN HEAR THE WORD NO! THE WORLD IS NOT A RESTAURANT WHERE EVERYBODY'S HERE TO SERVE YOU! I'M NOT SAYING THAT OUT LOUD. SEE? I'M LEARNING HOW TO QUIT. BUT SOMEWHERE DEEP BEHIND THIS SMILE— NOBODY OWES YOU SHIT! [Verse 2] Guy comes flying down the shoulder Past a mile of waiting cars. Then he throws his blinker on Like that erases who you are. Now he needs somebody's mercy 'Cause his exit's coming quick. And he's staring through my window Like I'm somehow being a dick. Buddy, every single person In this line would like to go. You didn't discover traffic. You just decided rules were optional. And there's that voice again. [Pre-Chorus] So I grip the wheel. I breathe real slow. I let the asshole merge. Because apparently screaming through the glass Is generally discouraged. [Chorus] NOBODY OWES YOU SHIT! NOT A SHORTCUT! NOT A PASS! YOUR POOR PLANNING DOESN'T MEAN WE GOTTA KISS YOUR FUCKING ASS! YOU CAN ASK! YOU CAN WAIT! YOU CAN HEAR THE WORD NO! BEING LOUDER THAN EVERYBODY DOESN'T MEAN YOU RUN THE SHOW! I'M NOT SAYING THAT OUT LOUD. I'M A CIVILIZED ADULT... ISH. BUT EVERY MILE THAT FUCKER DRIVES— NOBODY OWES YOU SHIT! [Verse 3] Then there's Karen at the restaurant. Something's wrong with what she got. Not allergic. Not in danger. She just doesn't like the spot. Now the waitress is apologizing For a thing she didn't make. Karen wants the whole meal comped Because they overcooked her steak. She's demanding names and numbers. She's gonna put this shit online. And I'm staring at my dinner Trying desperately to mind mine. Because I've learned one useful lesson: You don't have to join each fight. But Jesus Christ, I'm thinking things That would get me kicked out tonight. [Bridge] Somewhere we confused inconvenience With a personal attack. Turned I want into I deserve it. Turned Can I? into Give me that. Every disappointment's injustice. Every boundary's disrespect. Every person doing their job Owes you everything you expect. But here's the thought I'm swallowing Every time somebody throws a fit: YOU ARE ALLOWED TO WANT THE WORLD— THE WORLD DON'T OWE YOU SHIT. [Final Chorus] NOBODY OWES YOU SHIT! NOT THEIR TIME! NOT THEIR ATTENTION! NOT AN AUTOMATIC YES BECAUSE YOU THREW A FUCKING TANTRUM! YOU CAN ASK! YOU CAN WAIT! YOU CAN HANDLE BEING TOLD NO! YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER IN EVERY FUCKING PLACE YOU GO! AND I'M TRYING TO BE BETTER. I'M SELF-SILENCING A BIT. I'M SMILING WHILE MY INNER VOICE IS LOSING ITS FUCKING SHIT! SO I'LL NOD. I'LL WALK AWAY. I'LL KEEP THE INSIDE VOICE WITHIN. BECAUSE NOBODY OWES YOU SHIT— AND THAT INCLUDES MY OPINION. [Outro] See? Growth. Didn't say a fucking word. ... Well. Out loud.
