Sodium vs. Chlorophyll

[Intro]
[Verse]
Seven years in the same dirt.
Three yellow leaves, a little hurt.
The Pothos watches through the pane.
Ignoring the rhythm of the rain.
The streetlamp hums a low G.
It’s a neon ghost I see.
[Chorus]
YOU ARE NOT THE SUN!
FAKE LIGHT ON THE RUN!
SODIUM BURNING IN THE NIGHT!
I WILL WIN THIS FIGHT!
YOU ARE JUST A WIRE!
I WANT THE REAL FIRE!
[Post-Chorus]
The Casio starts to drift.
A slow, detuned shift.
The coffee maker moans.
In cold, metallic tones.
[Verse]
The plant counts every flicker.
The orange pulse gets thicker.
It plots to break the latch.
A green and silent match.
It hates the way you glow.
With nowhere left to go.
[Bridge]
It never met the morning star.
It only knows the passing car.
It mourns a sky of blue.
While staring straight at you.
Ironic, green, and tall.
Against the bedroom wall.
[Verse]
The toy snare hits a beat.
The room is full of heat.
The Pothos moves an inch.
In a slow, organic clinch.
It wants to choke the light.
And end the endless night.
[Breakdown]
Flicker one, flicker two.
The Pothos is watching you.
Flicker three, flicker four.
It’s crawling toward the door.
[Verse]
(Mumbled)
I think the soil is dry.
Under a sodium sky.
The butter knife is dull.
Inside my heavy skull.
Seven years of this war.
On the dusty wooden floor.
[Verse]
(Half-asleep)
Go to sleep, little vine.
The electricity is fine.
The sun is just a myth.
You have no one to be with.
Just the buzzing of the lamp.
And the cellar air, so damp.
[Outro]