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