Me, I won’t impress. I’ll bore you with kindness.
Everyone’s obsessed with this whole mess of impressions they wanna make.
But once you know you won’t impress, you’ll find that being nice is nice for its own sake.
Ya don’t need damage control.
Another shot of whiskey goes down easy.
My reputation does exceed me.
Fire in the hole.
Soon I’ll be falling backwards, stealing your beers, crying loudly, singing Green Day, pumping my fist, getting stared at, making phone calls saying that I miss the days back when I had real fun.