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Some truths only show up
At the bottom of a paper cup.
Corner seat, window view
Steam rising, thinking of you
Every sip a quiet pause
Looking back at what love was
Bassline walking slow and wise
Reading truth between the lies
Piano humming soft advice
Every loss has got a price
Paper cup philosophy
Lessons pouring out of me
Every scar becomes a key
To who I’m meant to be
City rushing past the glass
But I let the moment pass
Saxophone just gently bends
Like beginnings after ends
If tomorrow feels unsure
Still this rhythm feels secure
Life is simple as it seems
Coffee, chords, and broken dreams
Paper cup philosophy
Lessons pouring out of me
Every scar becomes a key
To who I’m meant to be
Paper cup philosophy
Lessons pouring out of me
Every scar becomes a key
To who I’m meant to be
Cup is empty, heart is full
Night outside is beautiful