[Pre-Chorus] You can smell it before you even crack the seal Hands a little shaky, still trying to keep it real Took a long minute, took a stack of little calls Now the jar’s on the table and you’re watching it all [Chorus] Ain’t nothing like cracking open the frostiest bud you grew by hand You know what it took, you can trace every cut in the plant Ain’t nothing like that first pull, that smell hitting the room When the whole lot talks back, you hear what it grew into Ain’t nothing like cracking open the frostiest bud you grew by hand From the tray to the jar, yeah, you watched it all land Ain’t nothing like that moment when it finally comes through All that waiting in the shed, now it’s looking at you [Bridge] Funny how the hard part don’t show up in the photos It’s the labels on the cups and the stain on the hoodie The late check-ins, the bad guesses, the cheap little fixes The ones who said it’d never work never had to live with it Now the lids pop soft and the whole table goes quiet Like everybody knows what patience really costs And I’m still learning, still counting what held Still respecting the hand that got it here [Bridge] You don’t talk about the nights you had to walk it back When the fan quit humming and the room got too close When every little leaf looked like a warning sign And you were up with a flashlight, checking every row But then the trim gets done, the scale reads clean And all that strain turns into a clean little stack Real work leaves marks, then leaves a smell That’s how you know it made it past the last gate [Hook 2] Yeah, that first taste takes me back to that sagging porch in July Bare feet on the sun-baked boards, cold tea sweating in a mason jar We’d sit there letting cicadas do the talking past suppertime Passing one story around like a lighter, no hurry at all That soft burn feels like the last screen door slap after the sun goes down Kinda sweet, kinda dusty, like the whole summer kept in a cookie tin Knowing what it cost, I don’t rush it, I just let it stay Like a firefly in a jar, glowing soft on the rail again
