Verse 1
There’s a man on 5th who talks to pigeons
Like they’re old war buddies still listening
Says heaven’s just a laundromat
Where missing socks all come back
And the cashier with the silver tooth
Draws tiny stars on my receipts for luck
I keep every one inside my car
Like paper prayers that never quite worked
Pre-Chorus
Everybody’s lonely in a different language
Everybody’s heart leaks through the paint a bit
We’re all just walking each other home
Without admitting it
Chorus
We are corner store constellations
Cheap light glowing through the dark
Tiny lives in tiny places
Still somehow looking like art
And maybe nobody saves us
Maybe nobody has to
Maybe being seen for a moment
Is all this world was built to do
Verse 2
There’s a girl downtown with pink buzzed hair
Who dances in crosswalks like nobody’s there
I saw three businessmen all stop smiling
Just to watch her spin one time
And I think about that constantly
How joy survives so violently
How people carry little suns
Hidden underneath their ribs
Pre-Chorus
Everybody’s bleeding from something invisible
Everybody’s trying not to disappear
Some nights the whole world feels held together
By coffee cups and strangers being kind
Chorus
We are corner store constellations
Cheap light glowing through the dark
Tiny lives in tiny places
Still somehow looking like art
And maybe nobody saves us
Maybe nobody has to
Maybe being seen for a moment
Is all this world was built to do
Bridge
So leave the porch light on for me
I’m still learning what I am
Half static, half heartbeat
Half ghost, half human being
And if tomorrow comes in pieces
Scatter me into the city lights
Let somebody I’ll never meet
Feel less alone one night
Final Chorus
We are corner store constellations
Flickering but brave enough to shine
Nothing grand, nothing sacred
Just alive at the same time
And maybe that’s the whole point
Maybe that’s the truth
The universe gets smaller
Every time somebody looks at you
