before I got lost

I stumbled upon you in this foreign land
we both had paint brushes in our hands
mine was dipped in color
and yours in black and white

how we both loved the songs and chemical minds
the smoky air, the scent of firewood outside
the atmosphere of winter
and the secret dancing lights

(minor)
and yeah we sang, and condescended
in our own precocious way
we were awkward and adorable
and throughout this whole exchange
(major)
I wondered to myself if I could maybe stay

I stumble with you through this foreign town
this grid-like array painted brown
indulging and absorbing
and time has no connotation

immersed in a deluge of uncertainty
but our souls are young, our hearts are in flames
ends, means, and passion
we've proved that there's no correlation

(minor)
I know what you want,
and I know that my mind is scattered
Boys like you tessellate
and I know all my patterns
(major)
And it's not one I want you to fall in to

(minor)
And that's the fucking truth,
It's simple and easy.
It's a way it never is,
but it's the way it should be.
(major)
I'm going to do this right, baby.
I'm going to do this right, baby.