I’m not so good at first impressions
I can be a hard pill to swallow, introverted weirdo that I am
I’ll forget your name pretty much as soon as you say it,
But I will feel awful about it
When it comes to first impression, I’ve failed myself before I even start
I guess with first impressions of me being what they are, I suspect I ‘ll stay trapped in my own hell of loneliness
That’s not to say I don’t have friends,
I do, but it’s hard for me to make new ones.
Given that small talk is a game I hate to play
And make no mistake, it is a game with no winners,
except those who don’t know what the weather is.
Be honest and real with me,
Pour out your deepest self
And I’ll drink it in.
Don’t show me the same shallow shit you show to everyone else.
I’m too old for playing games,
just so I can take a stab at a second and third impression.
I’m a hard pill to swallow
Because I can be a bitter person and come off aloof,
since I’m so horrible at the small talk games.
I come across as awkward and disquieting.
Once you get me going though it can be a bit hard to get me to stop when the right topic comes up.
I also don’t like tooting my own horn so it can be hard to let people know about me
therefore, I’m a hard suitcase to unpack.
Stuffed full of issues and hangups that refuses to come unglued.
Yet, I can do a world of good
I’m always ready to listen and
I will listen to the heavy stuff when no one else will
I’m loyal to a fault and brutally honest (though I have been learning some tact).
So, excuse me when I forget your name, and I will forget it
I just suck at first impressions.
Inspired by Atreyu’s new song Ego Death
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