[Intro]
Soft drips, a morning sigh, the window hums along
I lean toward the sun and watch the human circus go on
[Verse 1]
In the corner, I stand—pot, soil, a quiet throne
They parade in polka socks, a neon PVC clone
They spill their coffee, declare it a life-changing feat
While I photosynthesize wisdom from their hurried heartbeat
[Pre-Chorus]
“Oh, I’m a messenger of destiny,” they boast with a fizzing mug
Meanwhile I’m rooting for sunlight with a patient, leafy hug
[Chorus]
I hear the whispers, I hear the roars, from my little green sphere
They argue with the screen door, I sip the drama here
Their fashion is a parade, their plans a comic snowball
yet I stay rooted, watching it all, olive branch of control
[Verse 2]
They pose by the fridge like models in a drought of truth
Flexing a hoodie that says “responsible adult” in youth
They toast with chipped mugs to victory over minor flaws
I stir the air with chlorophyll, keeping score with laws of paws
[Pre-Chorus]
“Tomorrow I’ll organize,” they chant, coffee foam on lip
I file the moments in my stalk, a quiet leadership
[Chorus]
I hear the whispers, I hear the roars, from my little green sphere
They argue with the doorbell, I listen and stay here
Their drama blooms like a fern in high fashion faux-pas
I’m the calm inside the storm, photosynthesis with class
[Bridge]
If roots could roll their eyes, they’d roll them at the scene
But I bloom in irony, a houseplant’s gazing screen
[Chorus]
I hear the whispers, I hear the roars, from my little green sphere
They spill again, declare a fate, I cheer with chlorophyll cheer
Their quirks are a garden, their vows a comic breeze
I keep my soil steady, while the human circus flees
[Outro]
So here I stand, the quiet critic of the living room parade
Sun-kissed and patient, while life negotiates its charade
