I open up my eyes to realize I’m still a child who’s always been the one to smile, say thank you and apologize. I love myself. I am lit, please, don’t disturb me. I used to bend like a reed, but you don’t deserve me. Plastic soldiers, rifles, picnics, wasted years, forgiveness. Others’ affairs are none of my business. You prayed for your best, but is this? I don’t fit your scheme, but watch me pull the best in me. Right back to the basics. Erratic and as stupid as hell. Flaps on. Miss me with the voice of reason. I wish I dodged bullets like I dodge your advice. I casually jog around the problems like I don’t see them. And all of my spit turns gold and I once again appreciate myself. None of this is my fault. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. Take me by the hand. I’m a knight of cups. Third time, still to the core and till our time is up. Never better, that’s how I’m holding up. In fact I’m only grateful for bad days. I’m keeping up with their last phrase that good things can even emerge from my bad taste. A mind is a sad place like the world is a sad place.

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Market – Cups

Market are Marek Amirids, Šimon Marek, Jakub Šponer, Ondřej Šponer and Pavel Vít
written/composed by Šimon Marek
guest vocals by Katarina Maroši
mixed/mastered by Kryštof Kříček
footage by Matyáš Dědek @fletzyproductions1190
edited by Šimon Marek

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