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  • Ten Twenty-Three

    Ten Twenty-Three

    RIVAL THEORY

    Ten twenty-three and I'm home somehow Keys on the table,

    music too loud Shoes still on,

    drink sitting down Nobody here telling me turn that shit down Phone

    says late, brain says early Room looks normal,

    everything feels worthy Hit one song,

    then another one hits Suddenly tonight is the greatest fucking shit

    Why's that piano sounding THAT good?

    Why's that bass doing THAT right now?

    Violin came through like it pays the rent Sax walked in— OH,

    THIS IS DIFFERENT.

    TEN TWENTY-THREE!

    ( TEN TWENTY-THREE!) Home safe,

    drunk enough, feeling free Nothing spectacular happening to me Still wouldn't trade

    this moment for anything

    TEN TWENTY-THREE!

    ( TURN THAT SHIT UP!) Bass downstairs,

    orchestra upstairs Piano lost its fucking mind somewhere If happiness randomly looks

    like this— FUCK IT.

    I'M THERE.

    Fridge light hits like a Hollywood scene Found something questionable—still gonna eat

    Walk back in and the violins scream Why does my apartment suddenly

    feel like a movie?

    Nobody watching, nobody cares Dancing like an asshole completely unprepared Tomorrow can

    knock when tomorrow gets here Tonight's got saxophone— HAND ME THAT BEER

    Piano—GO! (VIOLINS—FASTER!) Sax says move (TRUMPETS—LOUDER!) Whole damn track keeps climbing somehow

    What fucking planet are we on right now?

    TEN TWENTY-THREE! ( TEN TWENTY-THREE!)

    Home safe, whole night belongs to me

    No big plan, no place to be

    Just one ridiculous melody

    TEN TWENTY-THREE! ( TURN THAT SHIT UP!) Xylophone running,

    violins chase Piano and sax having words in my place Nothing profound,

    nothing to prove— THIS SHIT JUST PUT ME IN A FUCKING GOOD

    MOOD!

    PIANO!

    VIOLINS!

    SAX!

    HORNS!

    EVERYBODY! ( FUCK TOMORROW!)

    TEN TWENTY-THREE! ( RIGHT FUCKING NOW!) Don't need Vegas,

    don't need a crowd Don't need anybody coming around

    I'm already exactly where I need to be— HOME,

    SAFE, MUSIC, ME.

    TEN TWENTY-THREE! ( ONE MORE SONG!) One became two,

    two became four Every time I stop I fucking play one more

    No lesson coming, that's the whole damn bit— SOMETIMES

    A NIGHT JUST FUCKING HITS! (hahaha)

    "Fuck it.

    Play another one."

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