Remember when we danced at shows, before we all stood in the back?nWe sang guilty pleasures so damn loud our lungs were sore.nCompetition can't compete with that.nnI guess I got back on the horse as I get on another plane.nI'll try to ride it less, mom, and be more responsiblenBut we both know dad and I are the same.nnSo I need damage control.nAnother shot of whiskey goes down easy.nMy reputation does exceed me.nFire in the hole.nSoon I'll be falling backwards as expected.nnI don't know if I wanna do this for younI don't know if I gotta do this for younI don't know if I'm gonna do this for younBut I'll do this for me.nnThis isn't how I pictured things:nStanding on the side, pocketing hands, answering your questions boringly and humorless.nI'm not as important as you think I am.nnI don't wanna make new friends.nMy friendships always end up in a blaze.nI just wanted to be something that I'll probably never be, a happy well-adjusted human being.nnMe, I won't impress. I'll bore you with kindness.nEveryone's obsessed with this whole mess of impressions they wanna make.nBut once you know you won't impress, you'll find that being nice is nice for its own sake.nnYa don't need damage control.nAnother shot of whiskey goes down easy.nMy reputation does exceed me.nFire in the hole.nSoon 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.nnI don't know if I wanna do this for younI don't know if I gotta do this for younand I'm sure as shit not gonna do this for younBut I'll do this for me so it can be my fault.