it's a metaphor.
how your passion burns like a cigarette- the smoke floating away
because cracks in the sidewalk are cracks in your heart
or something like that.

how your passion burns like a cigarette- the smoke floating away,
those cracks were caused by the infliction of truth,
or something like that;
i think those cracks are gonna come from my baseball bat.

those cracks were caused by the infliction of truth,
i told you i was sorry, but you truly are a s***** poet
i think those cracks are gonna come from my baseball bat
please, please, shut up with your teenage angst.

i told you i was sorry, but you truly are a s***** poet-
because nobody cares about how the sunlight falls on your face
please please, shut up with your teenage angst-
like how quiet rain is apparently a solemn plea,

because nobody cares about how the sunlight falls on your face,
because the cracks in the sidewalk are cracks in your heart,
like how quiet rain is apparently a solemn plea,
it's a metaphor.