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Woke up to nothing, and nothing felt right
The kind of slow morning that holds you till noon
A bee found a home in my iced tea glass
And the curtains are waltzing with June
Oh, I'm learning to bloom at the speed of a Sunday
The world's in a hurry, but I'm in a sway
The grass is half green and the sky's half a daydream
And I've got nowhere to be anyway
Left my phone in a flowerpot, charging on sunshine
Checked out of tomorrow, forgot what it's for
There's a crack in the porch where the mint vines are creeping
And a knock on the door—but I'm ignoring the door
Oh, I'm learning to bloom at the speed of a Sunday
The world's in a hurry, but I'm in a sway
The grass is half green and the sky's half a daydream
And I've got nowhere to be anyway
The mailbox can wait. The inbox can swim.
Spring didn't come here to answer to him.
Slow bloom… slow bloom…
I'll meet you there under the magnolia moon…
No rush, no news, no postage due…
Just a slow bloom…
