THE PLAN IS A MESS Songtext
von Watsky
THE PLAN IS A MESS Songtext
Yes, the plan is a mess
Mess is part of the plan
Swan dive into the noise
And fate can never catch us
We can never fall
Feels like so long ago that I was ditching plan A
switchin it to plan B
Hit another hitch, and I can my plan C, dash my plan D
Then burn E, F & G in effigy
I′m still scufflin right past my plan Z
So had to give em first names like hurricanes
Plan Myrtle came down like purple rain
Plan Kareem careened off a cliff
And then plan Cliff got smoked like a spliff
Plan Biff biffed it, plan Kate ate it
Man placates himself— claims it's fated
They say everything happens for a reason
I say everything happens, the reason′s post-dated
I'm so jaded, I'm so solidly
On some kiss my ass to astrology
Shit just happens and we find a way
(That′s such a virgo thing to say)
Yes, the plan is a mess
Mess is part of the plan
Swan dive into the noise
And fate can never catch us
We can never fall
I′m happy to let you think that this was my intention
Part of my invention. Right from the beginning
Fail my way to winning
All in the risk reward up on my vision board
Ready to rip the cord when I'm in the air freefalling
I just woke up in a motel outside Nashville
All my money′s spent, and my band is gone
La la la la la, life's a country song
I′ll tell you to fight on, tell me I'm an icon
I cannot survive long living without applause
Don′t want to take a pause, why did I make my cause
Building the myth of myself? (vanity)
Beta cuck made a buck bitching on my problems
Even though that everybody and their momma got some
(Pop gun!) we're robbing the bank shooting a blank
Not a drop in the getaway tank (time to run)
Yes, the plan is a mess
Mess is part of the plan
Swan dive into the noise
And fate can never catch us
We can never fall
It has been a minute, but we are back mothafuckas
Me and my friends made this record for you
They are all producers, they're musicians
They′re quality human beings
Give it up for Max Miller-Loran on the keys and horn
Kush Mody on the keys and bass
Chukwudi Hodge, aka Michael Dublé on the drum set
Mister Carmack, cause we got the Bay in the house
Camila Recchio cause we got Seattle in the house
Pat Dimitri... who′s not on guitar cause he's slangin NFTs now (noooo)
But give it up for independent artists not being broke
We love to see that
Give it up for life being a series of deeply personal
Choices and compromises
I know I did my best for you, and I really hope you enjoy
You can call me by my family name
Mess is part of the plan
Swan dive into the noise
And fate can never catch us
We can never fall
Feels like so long ago that I was ditching plan A
switchin it to plan B
Hit another hitch, and I can my plan C, dash my plan D
Then burn E, F & G in effigy
I′m still scufflin right past my plan Z
So had to give em first names like hurricanes
Plan Myrtle came down like purple rain
Plan Kareem careened off a cliff
And then plan Cliff got smoked like a spliff
Plan Biff biffed it, plan Kate ate it
Man placates himself— claims it's fated
They say everything happens for a reason
I say everything happens, the reason′s post-dated
I'm so jaded, I'm so solidly
On some kiss my ass to astrology
Shit just happens and we find a way
(That′s such a virgo thing to say)
Yes, the plan is a mess
Mess is part of the plan
Swan dive into the noise
And fate can never catch us
We can never fall
I′m happy to let you think that this was my intention
Part of my invention. Right from the beginning
Fail my way to winning
All in the risk reward up on my vision board
Ready to rip the cord when I'm in the air freefalling
I just woke up in a motel outside Nashville
All my money′s spent, and my band is gone
La la la la la, life's a country song
I′ll tell you to fight on, tell me I'm an icon
I cannot survive long living without applause
Don′t want to take a pause, why did I make my cause
Building the myth of myself? (vanity)
Beta cuck made a buck bitching on my problems
Even though that everybody and their momma got some
(Pop gun!) we're robbing the bank shooting a blank
Not a drop in the getaway tank (time to run)
Yes, the plan is a mess
Mess is part of the plan
Swan dive into the noise
And fate can never catch us
We can never fall
It has been a minute, but we are back mothafuckas
Me and my friends made this record for you
They are all producers, they're musicians
They′re quality human beings
Give it up for Max Miller-Loran on the keys and horn
Kush Mody on the keys and bass
Chukwudi Hodge, aka Michael Dublé on the drum set
Mister Carmack, cause we got the Bay in the house
Camila Recchio cause we got Seattle in the house
Pat Dimitri... who′s not on guitar cause he's slangin NFTs now (noooo)
But give it up for independent artists not being broke
We love to see that
Give it up for life being a series of deeply personal
Choices and compromises
I know I did my best for you, and I really hope you enjoy
You can call me by my family name
Writer(s): George Watsky, Kushagra Mody, Max Miller Loran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
