I find healing in our cracks

I see clearest in the dark

I feel complete in what we lack

Is the brighter version blinding

is it some obsession that’s binding

is it progress or is this path winding

but does it really matter 

as long as the stomach flatters

Do we really need to be smarter

is it fear or endearment when you say “boo” 

if i feel at home when i’m with you

is there a version of love that isn’t true?