Companion Plant

[Verse 1]
That Sago Palm you bought in April shows a calcium deficiency,
yellow on the fronds, a kind of silent inefficiency.
I see you driftin' through the succulents, a ghost in the humidity,
you pick the ones that tolerate neglect with some placidity.
You never ask for help but your shoulders got a tell, a certain kinda slope,
a long-term project tangled up and running out of scope.
You asked me once, "Can this one live with only low light?"
like you were talkin' 'bout yourself, in the middle of the night.

[Chorus]
Your roots are pot-bound, let me show you the way out.
It ain't about the water, it's the words from your mouth.
Needs a different medium, a new handful of loam.
I could show you how a thing is 'posed to feel at home.

[Verse 2]
Today you're lookin' better, there's a shift in the barometric,
pressure in your posture, something less apologetic.
Still, you're over-watering, I see the rot around the base,
a panicked sort of caring you can't seem to erase.
Air in here is humid, smells like peat moss and slow rain,
wiping down the fiddle-leaf to get rid of a stain.
This Calathea closes up its leaves like it's in prayer.
What you got your hands clasped for, when nobody's there?

[Chorus]
Your roots are pot-bound, let me show you the way out.
It ain't about the water, it's the words from your mouth.
Needs a different medium, a new handful of loam.
I could show you how a thing is 'posed to feel at home.

[Bridge]
This whole damn greenhouse is just slow cellular breath.
A quiet negotiation between new growth and death.

[Chorus]
Your roots are pot-bound, let me show you the way out.
It ain't about the water, it's the words from your mouth.
Needs a different medium, a new handful of loam.
I could show you how a thing is 'posed to feel at home.

[Outro]
Just a handful of loam... let it breathe now.
Yeah... just let it breathe.