[Verse 1] I’m not here to save humanity, I’m just trying to apologize to my neighbor for whatever I did with that leaf blower. I swear it made sense at the time. And I’m still sorry for that group text I replied-all to by accident— I didn’t need to share that meme with my dentist and my ex. [Chorus] I don’t want to change the world, just fix a few dents I made. Like the time I tried to “help” and created a small parade. I’m not aiming for greatness, just hoping my mess gets laid to rest. I don’t want to change the world, just tidy up the parts I stressed. [Verse 2] I’m not chasing global impact, I’m chasing whoever owns that mailbox I definitely, absolutely, probably hit. Gravity was involved. That’s my defense. And I should probably fix the moment I waved at someone who wasn’t waving— then doubled down and waved again, like a human malfunctioning. [Chorus] I don’t want to change the world, just repair the dents I made. Like the time I “fixed” the Wi-Fi and shut down the whole arcade. I’m not aiming for greatness, just hoping my chaos gets addressed. I don’t want to change the world, just tidy up the parts I stressed. [Verse 3] I’m not here to be a visionary, I’m here to apologize for that casserole I brought to the potluck that confused everyone deeply. And I should probably fix the moment I called someone the wrong name— then kept calling them that name for the rest of the conversation. [Verse 4] I’m not rewriting any rulebooks, I’m just trying to un-tilt the picture frame I bumped at my friend’s house and pretended I didn’t. And I should fix the time I said “I’ll be there in five minutes” even though I was still at home looking for my other shoe. [Bridge] If everyone fixed their tiny disasters, the world might run a little faster. So I’ll start with mine— the list is long, but at least they’re mostly not crimes. And maybe someday I’ll graduate from “oops” to “almost adequate.” But until then I’ll patch the cracks from every well-intentioned act. [Outro] I’m not here to be a legend, I’m here to fix the dents I made. Just sweeping up my tiny messes like a one-person first-aid brigade. I don’t want to change the world— I just want my chaos retrograde.
