For the clouds had seemed different
I grabbed one
It felt like cotton balls
It tasted like cotton candy
At least that was my usual answer
Today it felt like water vapor, barely tangible
It tasted like...well
It tasted like water vapor, like polluted air
With a trace of water

For the snow had seemed different
I clutched it
It felt like a stab in the dark
A stab in my heart
It sounded like that of screams and yells
It sounded like a suicide note, right?
Maybe divorce papers or the things you sign at the hospital…
DNRs! That’s what they’re called.
At least that was my usual answer
Today it felt like the cotton balls in the clouds
It tasted like the cotton candy of the clouds
I find, well found, comfort in the clouds
I found, well find, comfort in the cold

For the silence had seemed different
Or maybe it just was
Or maybe it just wasn’t
It wasn’t the silence you had always wished for
There wasn’t a small buzz in my ear
There was a small buzz in your ear
But that’s because you don’t hear it
You. Do. Not. Hear. IT.

The silence, for it was different that day
It didn’t seem, it WAS
The clouds, for they were different that day
They didn’t seem, they WERE
The snow, for it was different that day
It didn’t seem, it WAS

But it only was in my head
In my heart, mind, soul
In my ears, mouth, and eyes
You still tasted cotton candy and felt cotton balls
You felt poodle ears and the rays of light

But you also still felt daggers
You still felt suicide notes, divorce papers, and those DNR thingies

Guess what?
I find, well found, comfort in the clouds
I found, well find, comfort in the cold
You will always find comfort in the clouds
You will never find comfort in the cold
But yet, why do neither of us find comfort in the warmth?

I find, well found, comfort in the clouds
I found, well find, comfort in the cold