Cracks on the Ceiling - Light Years

I’ve been feeling a lot like the cracks in my ceiling

Tired of being so defeated

I’ve been thinking I might be who you been missing

But who the hell am I kidding

Maybe it’s better this way

Before I turn into someone you hate

Looking at you is like salt in my wound

Cause I know that things won’t be the same

I can hear her nothing more than a whisper

Loud enough to remember

It’s safe to say now I’m just lost in the crowd

And I won’t be found by anyone else

Maybe it’s better this way

Before I turn into someone you hate

Looking at you is like salt in my wound

Cause I know that things won’t be the same

Followed the light to your room

Didn’t know what else I could do

I’ll wait patiently on the edge of my seat

Hoping one day that I’ll make it through

I’ve been feeling a lot like the cracks on my ceiling

I’ve been thinking I might be who you been missing.