Lyric

They’re having a sale on planets

Down at the outlet mall

“Two for one on distant suns”

Spray‑painted on the wall

You try on a tiny gas ring

I slip a blue one from the rack

“Does this orbit make me look weird?”

You grin and put it back

Half price planets

Spinning in a wire bin

Pick a little world

See if it will let you in

We don’t need a map

Or a master plan

Just a clearance tag

On a patch of land

Half price planets

I’ll share mine if yours won’t scan (Hey!)

We walk past the mood enhancers

Past discount gravity

You point at a sign

“Free atmospheres”

Ask

“Think this one fits me?”

You choose a place with slow days

I choose a stormy sky

Cashier says

“Keep the receipt

Kids

In case your oceans dry”

Half price planets

Spinning in a wire bin

Pick a little world

See if it will let you in

We don’t need a map

Or a master plan

Just a clearance tag

On a patch of land

Half price planets

I’ll share mine if yours won’t scan

What if we swap

Your calm for my chaos?

Trade a small sun

For a handful of stardust

If it all cracks

If they both fall through

We’ll draw rings on paper

And call that a universe too

Half price planets

Spinning in a wire bin

Pick a little world

See if it will let you in

We don’t need a map

Or a master plan

Just this plastic bag

And your hand in my hand

Half price planets

Marked down

But it feels brand‑new