Low hanging clouds and all we had to do was pick them
But we got caught up in the storm
We loved to talk about the rain
But never shared an umbrella
And that's something I resent
I'm sorry I said all those things to you
And I wish you would still talk to me
Cuz I miss the way we clicked
And I never though I'd say this
A few years ago
Seen the pictures you took on your last trip
Then of the places you've been since we last spoke
Bundle them with all the emotion you stirred
And nothing feels anything like before
I guess you reap what you sow
Low hanging clouds and all we had to do was feel them
But we got set up by the norm
We loved to talk about the moon
But never held hands past midnight
And that's something I resent