Never Trust A Man Without A Horribly Embarrassing Secret Bomb the Music Industry!

[Part 1: Jeff Rosenstock]
Remember when we danced at shows?
Before we all stood in the back
We sang guilty pleasures so damn loud our lungs were sore
The competition can't compete with that

I guess I got back on the horse
As I get on another plane
I'll try to ride it less, mom, and be more responsible
But we both know dad and I are the same

So I 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 as expected

I don't know if I wanna do this for you
Yeah, I don't know if I gotta do this for you
Oh, I don't know if I'm gonna do this for you
Yeah, but I'll do this for me

This isn't how I pictured me
Standing on the side, pocketing hands
Answering your questions boringly and humorless
I'm not as important as you think I am