I want to be that cool.
He is the cool guy I was meant to be.
I would get my swag on, but, you know, I got work tomorrow.
Yeah okay sure, but what if I wore my fedora like this?
I’m not afraid of anything…except obscurity.
I say I don’t care about anything. But I want you to care about me.
I think all women hate me, so I hurt them first.
If I have more money, then I’ll have more friends.
I’m a dork, so I hide behind my tattoos. Excuse me, my tats.
I couldn’t carry a conversation if my life depended on it. So I yell a lot.
It took me 2 1/2 hours to get my hair to look this way.
I would give anything to be loved. Or for someone to hold my hand.
Tell me it’s going to be alright.
But like for real yo, what if I wore my fedora this way?