Hey kid, I got a present for you,
In the trunk of the car,
And for once, I got a feeling,
That my luck could change.
A quarter ounce and a sunny pickup,
And wherever you are,
Don't you know, I got a feeling,
I'd like to stay the same.
So let's push the pedal down,
Let's make a mistake,
Cause you, you were the boy,
I was the lake.
What's the matter with your sunken sister,
Her legs covered in scars,
Don't you know, if I were stuck here,
I would have said it too.
Don't listen to the drunken townies,
Who the fuck do they think they are?
Don't you know, if I wasn't already dying,
I would die for you.
So let's push the pedal down,
Let's make a mistake,
Cause you, you were the boy,
I was the lake.
We're free,
We're halfway, holy, free,
Are you photographing me?
Are you awake enough to see?
Weep?
Think?
Feel?
Believe?
Hey wait, I think there's something moving,
In the backseat of the car,
And I know, if you were not swimming,
You might see it too.
Did you ever find your sunken sister,
At the bottom of the pond?
Don't you know, if I wasn't already dying,
I would drown with you.
So let's push the pedal down,
Let's make a mistake,
Cause you, you were the boy,
I was a fake,
It was a toy,
Give it away,
You were the boy,
I was the lake.
The Planes are a three-piece indie rock band from Brooklyn, NY. Since their founding in 2010 by guitarist/singer Stephen
Perry, they’ve earned a reputation for writing catchy indie rock jams, showing up to gigs on time, and taking that last drink ticket off your hands, y’know, if you’re not going to use it anyway and it would just go to waste....more