I'm Bill Paxton

You've made it known
That you're using the area code to make excuses why you're useless

Quit whining about it
I think you're making it a habit turned muscle memory
You're so good at faking a feeling
But I think that I'll be alright

We made a night out of highway signs
I think I'll say it
I'm going to say that this time
I think I'm actually fine

There I said it, and I think I meant it
I'm not tired yet
So I'm fighting judgment for the sake of better friends
And their attempts at romance

Their accounts of happenstance won't get them anywhere tonight
But I think that they'll be alright
I’m right where I need to be
Spending sleepless nights at steven’s and we’re drinking too much coffee
I’m right where I need to be, spending friday nights with my friends and
Drinking too much whiskey again