Make It up as We Go

No map, no plan, no alibi.
Just a green light flashing in the corner of my eye.
Count it in—one, two, lose control.
We don’t need directions if we don’t know where we’re going.

Woke up late with somewhere to be,
Yesterday’s shirt on accidentally.
The tank says empty, the clock says run,
But every bad idea sounds better when it’s fun.

Missed my turn, so I took the next.
Sent a blank reply to a serious text.
The whole day’s leaning like a crooked frame,
But nothing worth remembering ever went according to plan.

Let the meter swing.
Let the whole room shake.
We’ll call it perfect,
Whatever shape it takes.

We make it up as we go.
No script, no safety net below.
When the wheels come off, we steal the show.
We make it up, make it up as we go.

Turn the wrong note into something gold.
Play it too fast, play it way too bold.
We don’t need answers we don’t even know.
We make it up, make it up as we go.

Every door says push when I decide to pull.
Every glass is half whatever till I make it full.
Throw another curve, I’ll take it in stride.
You can’t derail the train when nobody’s driving.

Let the cymbals crash.
Let the brass misbehave.
We’ll find the rhythm
Somewhere inside the mistake.

Nobody knows what happens next.
Good. Neither do we.

NO PLAN!
NO MAP!
NO CHANCE OF TURNING BACK!

LOSE TIME!
CHANGE KEYS!
MAKE CHAOS SOUND COMPLETE!

We hit the ground—
And call it choreography!

Take a left, take a right, take a shot in the dark.
Put a match to the fuse, put a spark to the spark.
Every second improvising, never waiting for a sign.
We’re a beautiful disaster keeping perfect crooked time.

We make it up as we go.
No script, no safety net below.
When the wheels come off, we steal the show.
We make it up, make it up as we go.

Turn the wrong note into something gold.
Play it too fast, play it way too bold.
We don’t need answers we don’t even know.
We make it up, make it up as we go.

No map, no plan, no alibi.
Just another perfect mess we’ll never organize.

We make it up as we go.