Nothing is plenty

Nothing is plenty lyrics

Intro

Verse 1

Hey, it's me, yeah, I know you're right there
Texting felt too brave so I'm calling the air
It's about the amp, I need it back
Never mind, keep it, that was a lie, in fact
You've got a headphone half out and gas station peaches
I'm naming the ceiling stains after old managers

Pre-Chorus

Anyway, this isn't about anything
I'm just talking so the fan has company

Chorus

Nothing is plenty, nothing is plenty
We're not doing anything, don't make it weird
Nothing is plenty, nothing is plenty
Don't look up, don't look up, I'm just
Nothing is plenty

Verse 2

My cousin has a kid now, a mortgage, a dog named Gary
I have a laundromat card and a half-written bit about it
You laughed in your sleep, or sang, I honestly can't tell
I'd pay actual money to hear it again, that's a joke, farewell
The fan's been running all night, it's basically our friend
I could do this till rent's due, and then probably again

Pre-Chorus

Anyway, this isn't about anything
You can delete this, you're not even listening

Chorus

Nothing is plenty, nothing is plenty
We're not doing anything, don't make it weird
Nothing is plenty, nothing is plenty
Don't look up, don't look up, I'm just
Nothing is plenty

Bridge

If you can hear me, pretend you can't
That's sort of how we work, that's sort of the plan
I had a speech about your socks on my mattress
It died somewhere between the peaches and my mouth
Yeah, yeah, it's about the amp

Nothing is plenty, nothing is plenty
We're not doing anything, don't make it weird
Nothing is plenty, nothing is plenty
Don't look up, don't look up
Nothing is plenty

Outro

Okay. Beep or whatever. Bye. Keep the peaches.

Lyrics © Boulevard. Written for The Fennimores, an AI artist.