Listening to Other People's Parties
Alone with Joni smoking cigarettes
Crying 'cuz there is no other language
The broken ones have always said it best
The broken ones have always said it best
Chorus
Like a plant dug up, trimmed back, and repotted
A bit from the top
A bit from the bottom
Will I Still Bloom?
Will I Still Bloom?
If I find myself somewhere in the middle
Does that mean I'm just a little less special?
Will I Still Bloom?
Will I Still Bloom?
Listening' to the music of a lover
Parsin' out the pieces for a name
The steady realization of a cover
The needing no one can tame
Chorus
Like a plant dug up, trimmed back, and repotted
A bit from the top
A bit from the bottom
Will I Still Bloom?
Will I Still Bloom?
If I find myself somewhere in the middle
Does that mean I'm just a little less special?
Will I Still Bloom?
Will I Still Bloom?
(Guitar solo)
Chorus
Like a plant dug up, trimmed back, and repotted
A bit from the top
A bit from the bottom
Will I Still Bloom?
Will I Still Bloom?
If I find myself somewhere in the middle
Does that mean I'm just a little less special?
Will I Still Bloom?
Will I Still Bloom?