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