歌詞

Found your grocery list

Underneath my couch

"Milk

Bread

Sunscreen

Stars"

You just scribbled it down

You always mixed up

Magic and the mundane

Spilled cereal on the carpet

Named each flake a hurricane

You left me leftover constellations

Dots of glitter on the floor

Little maps of your impatience

To get out

To want more

Now I'm tracing every sparkle

Like they’re clues you meant to hide

All these leftover constellations

Still turning in my mind

Your jacket in July

Tickets in the sleeve

Half-punched

Half-planned

Like you halfway meant to leave

You circled every exit

On a faded subway chart

Then drew a tiny planet

Right over my heart

You left me leftover constellations

Dots of glitter on the floor

Little maps of your impatience

To get out

To want more

Now I'm tracing every sparkle

Like they’re clues you meant to hide

All these leftover constellations

Still turning in my mind

Maybe you were only

Passing through my sky (Oh)

But even all your throwaway

Still looks like a sign

You left me leftover constellations

Dots of glitter on the floor

Coffee rings and revelations

Shadows on the door

So I'm tracing every sparkle

Till the morning blurs the shine

All these leftover constellations

Are the map you left behind