Houseplant
Sam Becht, Stephen Paulson, Erik Paulson, Phil Ek
I’m gonna hurt you despite my intent
You’re gonna hurt me without even trying
It just slipped out wait I didn’t mean it
Trust me
I’m gonna want you when you want to rest
You’re gonna want me when my my head is a mess
It’s no big deal not much more can be said
Maybe next week
Love is like a houseplant
In order to keep it you must tend to it
Feed it and treat it with some kindness
Maybe it’s still got some life left in it
I’ll be a boy when you need a man
You’ll be a miss when I’m needing a ma’am
We’re both just looking for each other’s hand
Aren’t we
There is no shortage of alternate paths
Beautiful people who could be a match
But where is the end to a search like that
Eternity?