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We're sitting outside My kinda bar, my place this time Ringing strings reflecting the evening light Singing tunes in the back I feel grounded for a nickel or a dime Not a bad deal But it raises a question: Are we no strings attached or ready for progress? I call it a jam session You call it a vibe Are we vibing? Am I buying? I've been fired A little heat before the start of summer No longer mixing drinks behind a bar But beers with antibiotics **** my life, am I right? I'm now back to "but what about tomorrow"'s This anxiety it comes with the freedom Hardwired, and I was never any good with crafts Hello again, who invited you to the table? This was supposed to be a closed party Just two plus twos Let me be real with you I am free to breathe again To think and speak how I want to To get up and go out, go down Better watch my mouth Or it will all spill in the streets Don't want to be thrown out In front of her You know If you have to much going on at once It cant trap you So slow down You're doing fine son, you will be fine Eventually, surely The worries, they'll go away in time Or at least they'll grow quieter But who knows? Maybe I'm lying
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May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC
One summer night
We're sitting outside My kinda bar, my place this time Ringing strings reflecting the evening light Singing tunes in the back I feel grounded for a nickel or a dime Not a bad deal But it raises a question: Are we no strings attached or ready for progress? I call it a jam session You call it a vibe Are we vibing? Am I buying? I've been fired A little heat before the start of summer No longer mixing drinks behind a bar But beers with antibiotics **** my life, am I right? I'm now back to "but what about tomorrow"'s This anxiety it comes with the freedom Hardwired, and I was never any good with crafts Hello again, who invited you to the table? This was supposed to be a closed party Just two plus twos Let me be real with you I am free to breathe again To think and speak how I want to To get up and go out, go down Better watch my mouth Or it will all spill in the streets Don't want to be thrown out In front of her You know If you have to much going on at once It cant trap you So slow down You're doing fine son, you will be fine Eventually, surely The worries, they'll go away in time Or at least they'll grow quieter But who knows? Maybe I'm lying
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C0zy_Me
24/M/Berlin
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC
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