[intro] [verse 1] remember becky's? sticky floor, cheap beer? we drew it up right then, sincere? (ha!) you wiped nacho dust off your sleeve said "fifty's ancient, hard to believe." "right then," i nodded, "solid plan b." shook on it quick, wild and free. no hearts or flowers, just a practical vow for when the dating pool dries out somehow. [chorus] so many fish in this stupid sea! but if we're single at fifty? yeah, remember the deal? guess we just... marry? (for real) how perfectly grim! how utterly bleak! pass the tissues? my future's a leak. [verse 2] saw your face flash on my phone last night. some bloke named gary? looked alright. (meh.) felt a weird pang, sharp and quick, like finding your spare tire's gone flat. sick. not jealous, no. that's not the vibe. just... clocking the years, taking a jibe at past-me's genius, watertight scheme. this future feels like a dodgy daydream. [chorus] so many fish in this stupid sea! but if we're single at fifty? yeah, remember the deal? guess we just... marry? (for real) how perfectly grim! how utterly bleak! pass the tissues? my future's a leak. [bridge] is this it? the master plan? a binding handshake? oh, fantastic. [chorus] so many fish in this stupid sea! but if we're single at fifty? yeah, remember the deal? guess we just... marry? (for real) how perfectly grim! how utterly bleak! pass the tissues? my future's a leak. [post-chorus] ooh-ah (fifty) ooh-ah (ticking) ooh-ah (yikes) ooh-ah (right.) [outro] sticky floor promise. ancient history. practical solution? what fresh hell is this?
