I could go live in a beach house in Malibu
Lock myself up and write for a year or two
Then police would come,
tell me the squatting is done
Then they’d ship me back and I’d run off again
I could go and party all night long
Let it all loose, maybe lose my phone
And then I’d get in a car
With someone I think I’ll trust
Well, I'm pretty sure he’ll take me home
Oh what are these plans
Don’t think I could do all of this and live to do it again
I say I like the rush
But honestly I’m lost
I could fall in love with a narcissist
Know he’ll mess me up but don’t resist
I'll let him break my heart
But make it feel like my fault
Oh well I like it dark
It helps with my art
And I can spend all the money I want
Worry 'bout it later right now there’s enough
I can get lost taking shots in the dark
And won't think it’s scary, that’s why I'm young
Oh what are these plans
Don’t think I could do all of this and live to do it again
I say I like the rush
But honestly I
I’m acting up 'cause stepping out my safety zone
Can’t be scarier than feeling that I’m growing up
Without an actual plan
Hung up on the past
With no clue of what’s next so
I’ll stay young while I can
All I’ve got are these crazy stupid plans
Oh what are these plans
Don’t think I could do all of this and live to do it again
I say I like the rush
But honestly I’m lost
