We're sitting outside
My kinda bar, my place this time
Ringing strings are reflecting some evening light
Singing tunes in the back
I feel grounded for a nickel
It's not a bad deal at all

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, recently
Add 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 two
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 son
You're doing fine, 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