Miley | Cupid (Lyrics)

A mischief of moonlight nocks a golden thread,
Your laugh’s the bullseye I never meant to wed.
You dodged the archer, but the joke’s on me—
Now I’m stitching fate to your gravity.

The stars hum a waltz in your freckle trails,
A compass spinning where logic fails.
You call it chance, but the universe flails—
A prankster’s grin in the cosmic details.