Sidewalks weren’t meant to crack.

We grew up avoiding cracks in the pavement,

grew up bouncing in houses just for bouncing.

We grew up eating icecream without a care in the world, staring at clouds with little dreams in our hearts and stars in our eyes.

Now, once you start growing up you realize that the cracks in the pavement weren't put there by time or weathering, and those bounce houses are just traps for kids to waste their energy so mommy and daddy can go home and get drunk some more without having to worry about dealing with responsibilities.

The clouds become held back tears from angels waiting to cry from the pain they see.

The pain that cracks the sidewalks and destroys you and me. The pain that hurts every time she smiles, every time her song comes on the radio and you look beside you to find an empty passenger seat scowling at you for losing her. The pain that drowns out the music you listen to at night to escape from the way she felt up against you when you were restless and could just roll over and fall in love once more.

The pain that makes blinking so hard to do because once you do it engulfs everything around you destroying all that you once knew, the pain that turns reality into memory only to be brought out by a glass of whiskey and a couple shots of anything you can find.

Hearts weren't meant to be broken,

And sidewalks weren't meant to crack.

You can't avoid the inevitable,

So don't look back.