Exploring the cyclical nature of life and love, "Bloom" by Of Mice & Men delves into the inevitability of growth and decay. The lyrics poetically contrast the authenticity of natural processes with artificial substitutes, emphasizing that true beauty and sustenance cannot be fabricated. The recurring theme suggests that just as flowers are destined to bloom and then deteriorate, so too are human experiences and relationships meant to have a transient yet impactful existence. The song raises philosophical questions about the endurance of love beyond physical presence, grappling with feelings of loss and existential despair. Ultimately, it portrays love as a poignant observation of inevitable endings, symbolized by falling petals—a reminder of both the beauty and impermanence of life.
Bloom
Lyrics
We were born to bloom
Destined to deteriorate
No beauty in plastic flowers
No honey made from fake bouquets
We were born to bloom
But we were never meant to stay
No wine from fruit made out of wax
No honey made from fake bouquets
What do they say about apples and trees?
How do you grow when you're severed from the roots underneath?
And if the tether of love can never truly break
Did it slip from my hands the day you went away?
Why do they speak about a love that never dies?
And what the fuck do they know about the afterlife?
Have they ever spent the night screaming at the sky, asking why?
We were born to bloom
Destined to deteriorate
No beauty in plastic flowers
No honey made from fake bouquets
We were born to bloom
But we were never meant to stay
No wine from fruit made out of wax
No honey made from fake bouquets
What do they say about the heart and its strength?
What do you do when your love rots to into rage?
How do you water the garden that famine takes?
How do you feed your soul with dust and clay?
We blossom then wither like the rose
Death written into our blood like poems
A soliloquy of ancient ancestral pain
The price of love paid over and over again
We were born to bloom
Destined to deteriorate
No beauty in plastic flowers
No honey made from fake bouquets
We were born to bloom
But we were never meant to stay
No wine from fruit made out of wax
No honey made from fake bouquets
Love is watching the petals fall
Love is watching the petals fall
Love is watching the petals fall
Love is watching the petals fall
Writer(s): Aaron Pauley, Alan Ashby, Philip Manansala, David Valentino Arteaga
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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