It's slowly getting tight
I pretty clearly missed the Club of Twenty-Seven
Going one-eighty through the city
Balancing drunk on the roof
A week awake
A thousand bottles of schnapps
But then comes the first Friday night
Where you fit in, go to bed early
So you still have something of Saturday
That's how it starts, just a relaxed weekend
Easy easy, and then comes the first Sunday brunch
The first couple's vacation, ironically meant bourgeoisie
Anti-escalation, pro-coziness
It starts quite harmlessly, with a game night
But ends in conversations about risk investments

At some point, it's too late
To go too early
At some point, I'm too old
Too old to die young
But I tried
I really tried
Really tried, believe me I
I tried
But maybe not well enough

The first ones live outside the city
Because of the kids, better area
But nice that it works out, we haven't seen each other in ages
The first barbecues, weddings, class reunions, wine tastings
Lead pouring on New Year's Eve, receipts instead of plastic bongs
The first time being international for Bayern
Then it's not too far to the fan mile
No more talking about politics, we just argue again
And friends for life become acquaintances from the past

At some point, it's too late
To go too early
At some point, I'm too old
Too old to die young
But I tried
I really tried
Really tried, believe me I
I tried
But maybe not well enough

Ah, and now I'm almost thirty
What if the best phase of my life is already over
Who knows, maybe I have a quarter-life crisis
Maybe I'm just a little bit jealous
Maybe secretly I also wish for a little house in the green
Maybe someday I won't even miss the small stages anymore
Maybe I'd be up for all this nonsense
Maybe it won't be so bad after all
The rest of my life

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