

We make a plan you'll cancel by morning Spinning around in our
birthday crowns Under the vintage rack where we're hiding (ooh,
yeah) Sitting on a velvet couch that smells like ninety-four Eating grocery
bakery cake right off the dusty floor With a plastic fork,
trying not to watch the door
And the phone screen glows,
filming the paper plates
While the music plays too loud on the interstate Oh,
we're building it up,
but we know how it ends...
We make a plan you'll cancel by morning Spinning around in our
birthday crowns Under the vintage rack where we're hiding (ooh,
yeah)
We blew the candles out but we forgot to make a wish
Now you're sweeping up the glitter with a paper dish
I can see the camera flash reflecting off your face
And the phone screen glows,
filming the paper plates
While the music plays too loud on the interstate
Oh, we're building it up,
but we know how it ends...
We make a plan you'll cancel by morning Spinning around in our
birthday crowns Under the vintage rack where we're hiding (ooh,
yeah)
By the morning... (canceled by the morning)