"THE PLAN IS A MESS" lyrics
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
Switching it to plan B
Hit another hitch and I can my plan C
Dash my plan D, then burn E, F and G in effigy
I'm still scufflin' right past my plan Z
So I 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 postdated
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 free falling
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 mama got some
(Pop gun) We're robbin' the bank and shooting a blank
It's not a job I could ever fake (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, motherfuckers
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 (Let's fuckin' go!)
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
Come on (Okay, okay, okay)
Give it up for life being a series of deeply personal choices and compromises (Woo!)
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
Switching it to plan B
Hit another hitch and I can my plan C
Dash my plan D, then burn E, F and G in effigy
I'm still scufflin' right past my plan Z
So I 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 postdated
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 free falling
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 mama got some
(Pop gun) We're robbin' the bank and shooting a blank
It's not a job I could ever fake (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, motherfuckers
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 (Let's fuckin' go!)
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
Come on (Okay, okay, okay)
Give it up for life being a series of deeply personal choices and compromises (Woo!)
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
