I saw my future on a New York City street.
Surrounded by songs of loneliness and lies,
the cold contrasts your eyes.
Nothing could have made me believe
That the way your freckles can't collide,
Is a constellation guiding me to a place I could call
mine.
Baby, please let me connect the dots,
Along your fae to see this shape.
A collage, a mirage,
The blueprints of your cheeks are building me a home.
And I am the Earth and you are my moon,
And although you're sometimes out of sight, you're
never out of mind.
And if seeing is believing, and all I see is you.
Then why can't you just believe a little,
Why can't you just believe a little too?
Please dont' give up on my just yet.
I don't have anywhere to stay
And they say that home is where the heart is anyway.
My collage, my mirage,
The blueprints of your cheeks were building me
a home.