the street lights seep in the cracks of my car windows as you tell me things that you've been carrying on your shoulders all those years.
I'm in hailing the smoke of my cigarette and I can hear the birds in the trees above
starting their day as were ending ours
speeding cars and the fines we pay,
the fines you pay are one small price
we learnt to accept our time,
you let me in,
you let me see what hurts,
the cracks are the ones just like the ones in my car, where the light crawls through,
but so does the bad **** too,
I saw a different side of you that night,
and I showed you parts of me that I don't share with anyone else,
you fell into the cracks of me,
and I am in love with you
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
the street lights seep in the cracks of my car windows as you tell me things that you've been carrying on your shoulders all those years.
I'm in hailing the smoke of my cigarette and I can hear the birds in the trees above
starting their day as were ending ours
speeding cars and the fines we pay,
the fines you pay are one small price
we learnt to accept our time,
you let me in,
you let me see what hurts,
the cracks are the ones just like the ones in my car, where the light crawls through,
but so does the bad **** too,
I saw a different side of you that night,
and I showed you parts of me that I don't share with anyone else,
you fell into the cracks of me,
and I am in love with you
