Make Plans - Sarah Mary Chadwick

When never made any plans did we

And plans are for the other half

Like children and money

And we make use of what we’ve got

I’m thirsty you’re funny

To each their own and I own nothing

But baby the world is ours

But the problem with empty rooms

Is if you can’t fill them with blooms

They just become a cell and then you’re running

Lets catch up with the old crew

And froth the air with smoke and laughter

And I’ll buy the wine

But wait we hate each other

It’s flat nostalgia

And you’re dead so you can’t come

But baby was the world ours

Cause the problem with empty rooms they tend to fill with drugs and booze

And when you add no plans that isn’t funny

Who cares remember the way you were

Dark foil to my careful humour

And I was lost but you were so far gone just a glimmer

Like brother and sister

Or father and a daughter

But baby why can’t the world be ours?

Cause the problem with empty rooms

They can start to resemble tombs

You gotta make the plans cause that is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living

That is living