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letra de wishful_thinking - choby (cy)

can i get a cup of joe for this grown man in my seat?
ma used to say you’re ready to marry when you’re feet
can touch the ground, sitting on the couch
now my feet won’t touch the ground even standing up

years of age
similar to a seesaw
add weight to your life with the things you saw
as it finally weighs on one side and you start to frown
someday it turns your smile upside down

it can’t just be me
adulthood is a lot like winter
it’s cold, windy and the days are usually longer

birthday cakes get boring
and honestly, depressing
i’ve been praying for a change but at this point it’s just wishful thinking
it’s always the rainbow after the rain
always the sunset after the longest days
i’m always tryna’ start over
taking out the left overs
i’m always overthinking what not to say

peaceful is the day, lonely is the night
the awkward silence between the time
you turn the tv off and the moment you realize
you’re staring at your reflection
your only source of affection
you’re always up late, ’cause you don’t want it to be morning
even half asleep you wake up ’cause you thought you was fallin’

well, there’s your new life
conversations with jack daniel all night
drinkin’ till the morning, fallin’ asleep on the couch
toxic masculinity, intoxication is good for me
easier said than done, then take another shot easily
this one’s for all the moments that turned me into me

just so you know you won’t get teleported to the bed
you’ll wake up with your back sore, wishing you were dead
open the blinds, it’s a brand new day
english weather, has it always been this grey?
maybe
who am i to say we
only arrived here yesterday
wizzair listening to yeezy
trynna make some dreams come true friends thought i was crazy
it’s breezy; i shut it off, get in the zone and suddenly
yesterday was half a year away
i remember waking up the sound of the kettle on a sunday
dad would be complaining about us waking up late
quick breakfast then hit the road
looking out the windows

i sometimes think about that white honda civic
vividly, memorize the thrill driving up to the countryside
in the backseat knowing i’ll be fine
these days i start crying
cause i’m in the driver’s seat
i don’t know where i’m going

i’ve got no clue honestly

can i get a cup of joe?
(can i please get some coffee)
can i get a cup of joe?
(h-llo?)
(please, i need some coffee)
can i get a cup of joe for this grown man in my seat?
ma used to say you’re ready to marry when you’re feet
can touch the ground, sitting on the couch
now my feet won’t touch the ground even standing up

- choby cy

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