It's been officially over for months but everytime we see each other it's like nothing's happened.

Last time I saw you you said you wanted to kiss me and I said I wouldn't mind..

I knew it was stupid, that I'd spend the day after crying.
I told you I wouldn't but I lied..
And I cried.
I know you're not my home anymore but as soon as your lips touch mine I feel home again.
I wanted to live in that lie, if only for one more night.
Everytime I tell myself it's the last time but my knees still get weak when I see you, and I give in.

I asked her “tell me now,
Willow, why you weep”
She said “because, my cloud,
No rain has come to me
In a while”

“But you are on the riverbank
how much more water could you want”

“And yet I long for yours
for it's coming from above
and I'm in love with a cloud”