[Intro] Old jeans Cheap dye Coffee stain on the hem, still mine You laugh I hide But it feels like home inside [Verse 1] Bare feet on the front porch step Phone lit up, but the sky hits different You pull up with the windows cracked That thrift-store tee and a sideways grin We talk small towns, loud dreams Dust on the dash, but we lean in You say, "I don’t fit anywhere" I say, "Maybe that’s our thing" [Chorus] You’re pop, I’m folk, we’re a patchwork heart Little bit of chaos in a shopping cart You run like the city, I roll like the farm But we still crash into the same old stars You’re loud, I’m low, we’re a twisted chart Still we keep meeting in the same spare part We don’t match on the surface, baby, that’s the art You and me Patchwork heart [Verse 2] You rap your fears in a soft half-smile I hum mine under my breath, off-time You spin in circles when the beat comes on I’m two-step shy but I sing along You like neon nights and crowded bars I chase fireflies in the neighbor’s yard You say, "Can you handle all my storms?" I say, "Hand ‘em here, I run on thunder" [Pre-Chorus] Two lanes One car Old farm road and a beat-up chart Turn it up Let it start Feel the seams fall apart [Chorus] [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Talk soft in the kitchen light Leftover rice, 2 a.m. bite Violin in your laugh, little tremble on the high notes Trumpet in your anger, bright brass when your pride shows [whispered vocals] You say, "I’m too much, I’m too much" I say, "You’re just right, just enough" Different colors on the same old quilt Different stories in the same warm tilt [Chorus]