You've Already Won
Bagels in cardboard boxes
Northern suburb street parking
Grocery that's vacant at 8 a.m. on a Monday morning
Hot coffee, heavy eyes
AirPods and open skies
Converse and creek trails and coming to realise
As I walk and tread and trample
Through the trees, mud on my ankles
There's no emotion along this path that I cannot handle
Woollen coats, oversized, each thought I analyse
Cold to the point where you see it before you when you sigh
Dress-ups and dinner parties
Backyards and sunburned bodies
James Taylor vinyls and pot plants and putting off your studies
Cheeseboards and blow-up pools, feminist articles
Boyfriends and tattoos, and scented expensive candles
Long roads and rugged coastlines
D&Ms over a white wine
Sleep-ins and beach trips and losing myself in my mind
Birdwatching turning tide
Tea towels and dishes dried
Siblings suppressing laughter
Parents don't know why we try
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take the plunge
Being like a sponge and-
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take it on
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Front desks and boarding passes
Wheels-up, 12 hours 'til landing
Sunlight that cuts like a knife through the clouds into the cabin
Bring your book to the park, pub feed before it's dark
Silk skirts and stories of coworkers' rude remarks
Downtown breakfast at a diner
It's how you walk through the fire
There ain't a stranger in sight that I don't somewhat admire
Museum self-guided tours, music is mine and it's yours
Whole to the point where you cannot imagine needing more
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take the plunge
Being like a sponge and-
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take it on
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Kitchen choreographed dances
Sweet talk and second chances
Kissed right below your eyes
Swear not to take this night for granted
Sing at the top of your lungs
Dare to try everything once
It only takes looking around to know you've already won
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take the plunge
Being like a sponge and-
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take it on
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Northern suburb street parking
Grocery that's vacant at 8 a.m. on a Monday morning
Hot coffee, heavy eyes
AirPods and open skies
Converse and creek trails and coming to realise
As I walk and tread and trample
Through the trees, mud on my ankles
There's no emotion along this path that I cannot handle
Woollen coats, oversized, each thought I analyse
Cold to the point where you see it before you when you sigh
Dress-ups and dinner parties
Backyards and sunburned bodies
James Taylor vinyls and pot plants and putting off your studies
Cheeseboards and blow-up pools, feminist articles
Boyfriends and tattoos, and scented expensive candles
Long roads and rugged coastlines
D&Ms over a white wine
Sleep-ins and beach trips and losing myself in my mind
Birdwatching turning tide
Tea towels and dishes dried
Siblings suppressing laughter
Parents don't know why we try
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take the plunge
Being like a sponge and-
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take it on
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Front desks and boarding passes
Wheels-up, 12 hours 'til landing
Sunlight that cuts like a knife through the clouds into the cabin
Bring your book to the park, pub feed before it's dark
Silk skirts and stories of coworkers' rude remarks
Downtown breakfast at a diner
It's how you walk through the fire
There ain't a stranger in sight that I don't somewhat admire
Museum self-guided tours, music is mine and it's yours
Whole to the point where you cannot imagine needing more
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take the plunge
Being like a sponge and-
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take it on
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Kitchen choreographed dances
Sweet talk and second chances
Kissed right below your eyes
Swear not to take this night for granted
Sing at the top of your lungs
Dare to try everything once
It only takes looking around to know you've already won
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take the plunge
Being like a sponge and-
Breathe it in, soak it up
All it is, all at once
Ready, set, take it on
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Treat it like it's gonna be gone
Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Niedermeyer, Gretta Ray
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