Coffee-Stained Constellations

[Verse 1] Found a galaxy in my coffee foam Two sugar stars Spinning on their own Barista writes my name in crooked blue Spells it wrong But somehow it feels true [Chorus] We’re just coffee-stained constellations Tiny worlds on wobbly tables Reading futures in the swirling cream Laughing like we’re finally able To be strange To be small To be shamelessly lost Coffee-stained constellations Flickering across [Verse 2] Your notebook full of half-born masterpiece Crumbs of croissant Folded in the crease You say “None of this will ever see the light” I say “That’s what we said about tonight” [Chorus] We’re just coffee-stained constellations Tiny worlds on wobbly tables Reading futures in the swirling cream Laughing like we’re finally able To be strange To be small To be shamelessly lost Coffee-stained constellations Flickering across [Bridge] Maybe the big stuff never makes sense Maybe the small stuff saves us instead (oh-oh) Your thumb on my cup Tracing Saturn rings In this cracked-up corner We’re infinite things [Chorus] We’re just coffee-stained constellations Tiny worlds on wobbly tables Reading futures in the swirling cream Laughing like we’re finally able To be strange To be small To be shamelessly lost Coffee-stained constellations You and me Just because