[Intro]
From my pot I observe, with roots in gossip and sun in my leaves, oh boy.
[Verse 1]
I hear their voices crack like dry soil, quarrels over the TV remote.
They water me with drama, scarce enough to keep their hope afloat.
I sway to the laughter, I guess I’m the only one who truly knows:
If they forget to water me, they’ll forget to water their woes.
[Chorus]
I am listening, silent and grand,
Rooted in gossip, right where I stand.
While they loop their stories, I keep calm and tall,
Just a plant with a front-row seat to it all.
[Verse 2]
They audition a dinner, performance on the stove,
Plot twists unfold in the fridge where leftovers rove.
I maintain the peace with a chlorophyll smile,
Witness to every plot twist, every passerby pile.
[Chorus]
I am listening, silent and grand,
Rooted in gossip, right where I stand.
While they loop their stories, I keep calm and tall,
Just a plant with a front-row seat to it all.
[Bridge]
If I could speak, I’d suggest a prune of pride,
And maybe a rain check on the weekly drama tide.
But I’m short of a voice and long on patience,
So I sigh in chlorophyll-colored stances.
[Chorus]
I am listening, silent and grand,
Rooted in gossip, right where I stand.
While they loop their stories, I keep calm and tall,
Just a plant with a front-row seat to it all.
[Outro]
So I breathe in suspense and exhale suspense,
A tiny green critic with a plant-size sense.
Until the music ends or they forget to water me,
I’ll be here, a plant of perpetual comedy.
