Ficus Acoustics

[Verse 1]
(Sound of a phone ringing once, then voicemail beep)
Hey, it's me. I know it's late.
The Ficus you left in the hall is drinking all the silence.
It's 11:13 on a Tuesday, and the floorboards
are cold on my feet for the first time.

[Chorus]
And the quiet's got a root system
Spreading under the door.
Never knew this kind of room existed
Just for me, mi amor.

[Verse 2]
Used to hate the hum from the fridge, now it's a whole damn orchestra.
Remember you said, "One day you'll have space to think"?
My hands feel strange, nothing left to un-tangle.
Pensé que te iba a extrañar... and I do, but...

[Chorus]
And the quiet's got a root system
Spreading under the door.
Never knew this kind of room existed
Just for me, mi amor.

[Bridge]
This house was a vine, all seven of us twisted in the sun.
Guess I had to prune something back
to feel where I'd begun.

[Chorus]
(Music shifts, a key change into a warmer, major key)
Yeah, the quiet's got a root system
Spreading under the door.
Never knew this kind of heart existed
Just for me, mi amor.

[Outro]
(Sound of a sigh, a soft click as the call ends)
Anyway... call me whenever.
...Or don't.