Lyric

Half price slushies

Blue tongue

Plastic cup

Shopping cart races

Your flip-flops kicking dust up

You draw a smiley

On my fogged-up window

Say

“This is serious”

Then crack up

Eyes closed

Parking lot constellations

Headlights glowing like the moon

We’re finding shapes in oil stains

Like they’re maps leading us through

If the world keeps spinning crazy

I’ll meet you where the asphalt’s warm

Parking lot constellations

Make the ordinary transform

Receipt in your pocket

Crumpled like your plans

You say you’re kinda terrified

Of growing up too fast

Quarter in the gumball

Comes out colorless

“You and me”

You tell it

“we’re both a work in progress”

Parking lot constellations

Headlights glowing like the moon

We’re finding shapes in oil stains

Like they’re maps leading us through

If the world keeps spinning crazy

I’ll meet you where the asphalt’s warm

Parking lot constellations

Make the ordinary transform

Someday this place

Gets torn down

Repaved

They’ll smooth out

Every crack we saved

But tonight

Your laugh

Writes across the dark

Like someone hung the stars

Just above this parking mark

Parking lot constellations

Headlights glowing like the moon

We’re tracing futures with our fingers

On a hood that’s cooling soon

If the world keeps spinning crazy

I’ll meet you where the asphalt’s warm

Parking lot constellations

Yeah

This mess is where we’re born