Lyrics
[verse 1] [light guitar arpeggio, gradually building] bought a plant to prove I'm stable, watched it die within a week. guess I'm better with the plastic— doesn't judge, doesn't speak. keep my schedule color-coded, like control looks good on me. but the cracks show through the highlights, and I'm too tired to pretend I don't see. [chorus] plastic flowers... plastic flowers... counting down the hours... plastic flowers... no superpowers... just pretend they're ours... [verse 2] [drums kick in, tempo picks up] got a script for every question, "yeah, I'm good, just really swamped!" wear my burnout like a badge now, like it means that I'm on top. coffee cold since 10 AM, forgot to eat again today. but I'll laugh it off tomorrow— that's just how I operate. [pre-chorus] [building energy, bass gets heavier] and I'm fine, I swear I'm fine! just a little undermined— bury it beneath the surface, hope nobody reads the signs! 'cause if I stop to check what's broken, might not like what I find... [chorus] plastic flowers... plastic flowers... wilting in my tower... plastic flowers... fake but ours... they don't need the water... [bridge] [instrumental surge—distorted guitars, driving rhythm] (keep it fresh, keep it clean...) (best version you've ever seen...) (nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong...) (I've been fine all along...) [outro] [slowing down, reverb guitar fades] yeah, I'm great... never better, never late... plastic flowers... on my plate.
