Something Worth Being Bad At (Hopeful Love)

Lyrics

[Intro]
I remember the blueprints for all the old failures.
The soil reports that came back poison.
The forecasts that promised drought.
We kept the receipts for all of it.
And then you handed me that rusty trowel.

[Verse 1]
Look at this row, it isn’t straight.
Your thumbprint is still in the dirt where you pushed too hard.
I spilled half the packet of those heirloom tomato seeds…
The ones from the catalogue that promised impossible things.
We read the instructions twice.
And got them wrong anyway.
My knees are stained green.
Your hair has a leaf in it.
We are terrible at this.
Absolutely awful.
And my heart hasn't felt this light since I was a child.

[Chorus]
This is it, isn't it?
The thing we get to learn together.
The small, uncertain kingdom of the future tense.
This clumsy, hopeful, beautiful mess...
This is something worth being bad at.
With you.

[Verse 2]
My last garden went to dust in a week.
Yours was flooded by a storm in August.
We talked about it that first night, remember?
Trading disaster stories like old war wounds.
Comparing the ghosts of withered things.
But the sun on your shoulder this afternoon…
It feels different.
It feels like a verdict that hasn't been written yet.
It feels like permission.

[Chorus]
This is it, isn't it?
The thing we get to learn together.
The small, uncertain kingdom of the future tense.
This clumsy, hopeful, beautiful mess...
This is something worth being bad at.
With you.

[Bridge]
Maybe love isn’t a trophy you polish.
Or a test you have to pass.
Maybe it's just this.
The choice to show up for the planting.
To believe in a tune without any words.
To tend to the smallest possibility of life,
and sing to it while it decides to grow.

[Outro]
The light is going now.
Let's leave the tools where they are.
Look at what we did.
It’s not much.
It’s everything.
We can try again tomorrow.