New York City

You listen to me

Taking all her pictures off the wall

Muttering and swearing often

Saying that it's all her fault

Try my best to say this out of love

Watch you make the same mistakes

Avoiding all the blame, won't take the fall

Know you love to make excuses

Hear a new one every week

Doesn't matter what the truth is

Maybe it's you

After all that you've been through

Can you offer up some truth?

I'm telling you, hey, it's you

After all is said and done, could you

Look around, tell me if you really won?

(New York City)

(Maybe it's you, maybe it's you, maybe it's you)

(Maybe it's you, maybe it's you, maybe it's you)

Conversations filled with every word

That you learned in therapy, but

How you feel, I'm not so sure

Pay her fifty bucks so she agrees

That everybody's out to get you

It's what you want, but is it what you need?

Know you love to make excuses

Hear a new one every week

Doesn't matter what the truth is

Maybe it's you

After all that you've been through

Could you offer up some truth?

I'm telling you, hey, it's you

After all is said and done, could you

Look around, tell me if you really won?

(Maybe it's you, maybe it's you, maybe it's you)

(Maybe it's you, maybe it's you, maybe it's you)

(Maybe it's you, maybe it's you, maybe it's you)

(Maybe it's you, maybe it's you, maybe it's you)

You know, that's his opinion, you know