Windowsill Judge

[Intro] I’m rooted in the corner, watcher of the living room sea, A fern with an attitude, a judgy botanist, that’s me. [Verse 1] Owner strolls in with a thrift-store throne, draped in dusty sunlit drapes, Pots crowded like a museum of questionable tastes and mistakes. I tilt my leaves in judgment, photosynthesis with sass, While you pra-yay plan your life choices—oh the wallpaper gasps. [Pre-Chorus] If you water me right, I’ll stay alive and dignified, But if you forget, I’ll send a sigh through every vein and side. [Chorus] I’m watching from the windowsill, plotting a brighter scene, A taller plantier dream, a life where colors gleam. If you want a bold axis, I’ll steer you toward the light, Just tidy those cushions, darling, and maybe plant me right. [Verse 2] You swapped the couch for a throne of beanbag moons and neon glow, Yet I’m the critic in chlorophyll who knows exactly where to go. A terracotta rebellion, a leafy escape route appealing, I crave a skyline view, not a vinyl record ceiling. [Pre-Chorus] If you prune with courage, I’ll reward you with a greener grin, A wiser vinespring future where adventures begin. [Chorus] I’m watching from the windowsill, plotting a brighter scene, A taller plantier dream, a life where colors gleam. If you want a bold axis, I’ll steer you toward the light, Just tidy those cushions, darling, and maybe plant me right. [Bridge] On stormy nights I gossip with the pothos over drips and drafts, We draft a travel itinerary of breezes and glass. And if you fear the outside world, I’ll grow a tiny passport, A leafy metropolis waiting just beyond the door. [Chorus] I’m watching from the windowsill, plotting a brighter scene, A taller plantier dream, a life where colors gleam. If you want a bold axis, I’ll steer you toward the light, Just tidy those cushions, darling, and maybe plant me right. [Outro] So water me with wonder and give me a window to roam, Until then I’ll judge in whispers from my chlorophyll throne.