"I'm chatting with the bartender near closing hours, something about sports or love or politics, I'm too tired to care which. There's a neon sign of a martini on the aging brick walls, casting a warm glow over the polished wood countertop. The bartender coughs as he reaches for another glass to polish, and I put the drinks on my tab, making for the door. 'Heading home?' he calls out. I pause, one leg in the bar, one in the chilled night air. 'Something like that,' I reply."

this melody is so chill, it doesnt take away from the supporting instruments at all... so soothing whar

genuinely one of my favorite songs. It's a bit somber but relaxing

your style is so recognizable <3 this came on in the background and i went LENNY??? great stuff!

based off a little thing i posted on twitter

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