No Plans
Ali Meredith-Lacey, Edward Tullett
Crawl,
I bet you all froze when I said I’m done,
‘cause I wasn’t gold, I know.
Sweat it out, cold, ‘till you’re bleeding sun.
Sit it out, sweat it out, I’m going home.
It’s deafening,
I said I’d stay when I should’ve gone.
My, my, don’t go it alone.
I said, I bet it all goes and I bet it screams your name,
and I should’ve known, I know.
I shouldn’t impose, but I’ve got no plans today.
Sit it out, sweat it out, let it out.
Here’s to betting I spend my life wrong,
sitting at home,
staring at the wall.
So, cheers to letting go,
I made my mind up,
but where did it go, where did it go wrong?
Yeah! I’m staying home!
I guess it’s up,
Goddamn! I know.
I know.