Late Bloomer
Jenny Lewis Lyrics


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When I turned sixteen I was furious and restless
Got a chancy girl haircut
And a plane ticket to Paris
I stayed there with Pansy,
He had a studio in the seventh
Lost his lover to a sickness,
I slept beside him in his bed
That's when I met Nancy,
She was smoking on a gypsy
She had a ring in her nose and her eyes
Were changing like moonstones
She said, open up late bloomer,
It will make you smile
I can see that fire burning,
In you little child.

Nancy came from Boston,
She got in trouble very often
'Cause her parents had forgotten her,
She would skate over the pond
She was searching for the writer
Of a song that made her shiver
She listened over and over
On a Walkman cassette
She said, come with me late bloomer,
For a little while,
I wanna see that fire burning,
In you little child

How could I resist her,
I had longed for a big sister
And I wanted to kiss her,
But I hadn't done that
We found the writer,
He was just some kid from Boston
I was jealous as I watched him talking to her
But man he's not astonish,
Didn't look like no Adonis
But as Nancy had promised,
He was heavy as led
And he said, come with us late bloomer,
For a little while,
We wanna feel that fire burning,
In you little child

Give me my candor,
But I just had to have her
And at the time I didn't mind sharing with him
He rode in silence,
All the way back to the seventh
And I promised I'd write her but I never did
And she said, au revoir, late bloomer,
For a little while,




You gotta keep the fire burning,
In you little child

Overall Meaning

The song "Late Bloomer" by Jenny Lewis tells the story of a young girl who is coming of age and embarks on a journey to find her place in the world. At sixteen, she is restless and eager for new experiences, which leads her to get a new haircut and travel solo to Paris. In Paris, she meets a man named Pansy who is grieving the loss of his lover and takes her in. It's here that she meets Nancy, a free-spirited girl who is searching for the writer of a song that moved her.


Nancy becomes a mentor to the singer, taking her under her wing and showing her how to live life to the fullest. She urges the singer to be herself, even if it means being a late bloomer. The singer enjoys her time with Nancy, feeling like she finally has someone she can relate to and look up to. Ultimately, the singer has to say goodbye to Nancy and return home, promising to keep the fire burning inside of her.


The song is about the journey of growing up, finding oneself, and the people who make an impact along the way. It encourages the listener to embrace their true selves, even if it means taking a different path than others. It's a song about seizing the moment and cherishing the memories made along the way.


Line by Line Meaning

When I turned sixteen I was furious and restless
At the age of sixteen, I was filled with anger and uneasiness.


Got a chancy girl haircut and a plane ticket to Paris
I got a risky, edgy haircut and a ticket to Paris.


I stayed there with Pansy, he had a studio in the seventh
I stayed with Pansy, who had an art studio in the district of Paris called the seventh.


Lost his lover to a sickness, I slept beside him in his bed
Pansy's partner died of an illness, and I slept in his bed to comfort him.


That's when I met Nancy, she was smoking on a gypsy
That's when I met Nancy, who was smoking at a street vendor stall.


She had a ring in her nose and her eyes were changing like moonstones
Nancy had a nose ring and her eyes appeared to be changing colors like moonstones.


She said, open up late bloomer, it will make you smile
Nancy urged me to be more open and let loose, saying it would make me happy.


I can see that fire burning, in you little child
She felt that I had a passionate, youthful energy inside me.


Nancy came from Boston, she got in trouble very often
Nancy was from Boston and often found herself causing issues or getting into trouble.


'Cause her parents had forgotten her, she would skate over the pond
Since her parents had neglected her, Nancy would skate over a pond to get away from her problems.


She was searching for the writer of a song that made her shiver, she listened over and over on a Walkman cassette
Nancy was looking for the writer of a particular song that moved her, and she would listen to it repeatedly on her Walkman cassette player.


She said, come with me late bloomer, for a little while, I wanna see that fire burning, in you little child
Nancy invited me to come with her and explore life a bit more, hoping to see that energetic spark inside of me.


How could I resist her, I had longed for a big sister
I couldn't resist Nancy's offer and yearned for someone like her to look up to as a big sister.


And I wanted to kiss her, but I hadn't done that
Although I desired to kiss her, I hadn't acted on it yet.


We found the writer, he was just some kid from Boston
We located the writer of the song Nancy loved, and he turned out to be a young guy from Boston.


I was jealous as I watched him talking to her, but man he's not astonish
As I observed him chatting with Nancy, I felt envious, yet realized he wasn't all that impressive.


Didn't look like no Adonis, but as Nancy had promised, he was heavy as led
The writer didn't look like a handsome Adonis, but as Nancy had assured me, he had a lot of emotional weight.


And he said, come with us late bloomer, for a little while, we wanna feel that fire burning, in you little child
The writer invited me to join them and explore life's possibilities, wanting to feel that youth and passion within me.


Give me my candor, but I just had to have her
Admitting my honesty, I knew I needed Nancy.


And at the time I didn't mind sharing with him, he rode in silence, all the way back to the seventh
I didn't mind sharing Nancy's affections with the writer at the time, and he silently rode back to the seventh district with us.


And I promised I'd write her but I never did
I made a promise to write Nancy, but never kept it.


And she said, au revoir, late bloomer, for a little while, you gotta keep the fire burning, in you little child
Nancy said goodbye to me, calling me a late bloomer and urging me to keep that youthful spark of mine burning.




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Written by: Jenny Lewis

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