Bamboo Plants
Ryan Cassata Lyrics

Fucking with a guitar that won’t stay in tune
Struggling with a guitar that won't remain in tune

I left my good one in my bedroom
Left my well-tuned guitar at home

I haven't been home in a while
Haven't been home for some time

Stopped showing up at my job
Quit my job

Had a talk with God saying that's not what my heart wants
Had a conversation with God about not wanting to continue with the current job

I think he will figure it out
Believes that God will help figure out a better way

I'm sure I will make it some other way
Confident that a new way of making a living will be found

Mail is piling up at my front door
A lot of mail has accumulated outside the front door

All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
It's likely that all of the bamboo plants have died

Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
Neighbors are curious about the sudden absence

And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
Neighbors are also wondering if the rent will be paid

I think they will figure it out
Believes that the neighbors will eventually understand and accept the situation

Old Judy is waiting on the porch to hear my sound
Old Judy is waiting to hear music from Ryan

I remind her of her granddaughter she has lost to a different crowd
Ryan reminds Old Judy of her granddaughter who chose a different lifestyle

So she is stuck drinking tall cans overseas
Old Judy is coping with her grief by drinking beer

Old Judy don't you know that alcohol is a disease and it still rattles me
Ryan is concerned about Old Judy's drinking and how it affects him

Still lives inside of me
Ryan is still affected by his own struggles with addiction

I think she will figure it out
Believes that Old Judy will eventually realize the dangers of alcohol consumption

Mail is piling up at my front door
Mail is still accumulating outside the front door

All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
It is still likely that Ryan's bamboo plants have died

Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
Neighbors are still curious about Ryan's whereabouts

And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
Neighbors are still questioning if the rent will be paid

Panic revealed on your kitchen floor
Feeling anxious and overwhelmed on the kitchen floor

You hold me close saying it makes you love me more
Ryan's partner supports him in his struggles

And that my wreckage won't make you run
Ryan's partner won't abandon him in his lowest moments

Dogs are howling in the yard
Can hear dogs barking in the yard

I'm stargazing laying on a plastic lawn
Ryan is laying on an artificial lawn and looking at the stars

If you come close
If you approach

You bet I'll make you come
Ryan promises to make it worth your while

You'll figure it out
Believes that the listener will figure things out

You figure it out
Requests the listener to figure things out

Mail is piling up at my front door
Mail is still piling up outside the front door

All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
It is still likely that Ryan's bamboo plants are no longer alive

Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
Neighbors are still perplexed about Ryan's absence

And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
Neighbors still question if Ryan will ever pay the rent

They will figure it out
Believes that people will eventually understand and make peace with the situation

I think they will figure it out
Ryan believes that people will come to terms with the changes in his life

They will figure it out
Assures that people will eventually figure it out

I think they'll make it some other way
Believes that people will find a different solution

They'll make it some other way
Assures that people will come up with another way

They'll figure it out
Believes that people will eventually understand and adapt to the changes

Like I figured out
Ryan has figured out a solution and expects other people to do the same