[Verse] Boxes piled up in a crooked tower That lamp you found on the corner street A couch that’s seen a hundred late-night hours Yet somehow feels like home to me [Pre-Chorus] We’re stitching daylight through uneven seams Laughing at our perfectly patched dreams [Chorus] In this little room, where nothing matches We find a rhythm that no one catches Faded colors, scattered tunes A patchwork life in our living room Hold my hand, don’t let it slip This mess is ours, and this is it [Verse] Scratchy chair with that one loose leg Books stacked high, tilted like a tower Your coffee cup and my old ragged rag Tangled up in hopeful hours [Pre-Chorus] We’re weaving stories in cardboard frames Turning chaos into simple flames [Chorus] In this little room, where nothing matches We find a rhythm that no one catches Faded colors, scattered tunes A patchwork life in our living room Hold my hand, don’t let it slip This mess is ours, and this is it [Bridge] Oh, these cracks and creaks and broken lines Sing the song of our first little climb In this imperfect, tangled start We’re the art in every part [Chorus] In this little room, where nothing matches We find a rhythm that no one catches Faded colors, scattered tunes A patchwork life in our living room Hold my hand, don’t let it slip This mess is ours, and this is it [Outro] This mess is ours, and this is it A crooked home, but lit with grit