Plan B lyrics by Jack Kays
Do you still talk to Alex?
Do you ever miss Sam?
Do you still think about me?
And all our little plans?
Like we would be pro skaters
Sponsored by Plan B
And we would get so rich
From doing kickflips and smoking weed
Let’s go to the creek
Flip over some rocks
Try to find a snake or two
Get water in our socks
Talk about the future
Girls we like at school
Really thought we knew something
But we didn’t have a clue
In ten years I’ll miss this
But right now I don’t know
That this will be the last time
That we fit into these clothes
And you’ll go off to college
And I’ll just stay at home
Now all that I have left of you
Is your number in my phone
Do you still talk to Alex?
Do you ever miss Sam?
Do you still think about me?
And all our little plans
Like we would be pro skaters
Sponsored by Plan B
And we would get so rich
From doing kickflips and smoking weed
Things we’ll never be
Let’s go to the basement
Build a sick-ass fort
Use up all the pillows
Pretend we’ve gone to war
Stay up ’til three in the morning
Prank call Papa Johns
Watching epic fails on YouTube
And pissing off my mom
In ten years I’ll miss this
But right now I don’t know
That this’ll be the last time
That we fit into these clothes
And you’ll go off to college
And I’ll just stay at home
Now all that I have left of you
Is your number in my phone
Do you still talk to Alex?
Do you ever miss Sam?
Do you still think about me?
And all our little plans
Like we would be pro skaters
Sponsored by Plan B
And we would get so rich
From doing kickflips and smoking weed
Things we’ll never be