Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ,
There’s always cracks!
Crack of sunlight, Crack in the mirror, on your lips.
It’s the moment of a sunset Friday, When our conversations twist.
It’s the fifth day of ice, on a new tattoo, but the ice should be on our heads.
We only spun the web to catch ourselves ,
So we weren’t left for dead.
And I was never looking for approval from anyone but you.
