The Way They Used to Talk

I miss the weather's oldest friends

Stale and bitter to the end

I miss the way they used to talk

The silent way they used to walk

I miss the way they made me feel

It didn't last, but it was real

I miss the simple yesterdays

Weather's friends without a cage

I miss not knowing where to go

It was simpler when I didn't know

I miss the chance to turn my head

To pages that I haven't read

I miss not knowing how to lie

Weather's oldest friends and I

I think we started off well

But I'm not sure

There were some things I couldn't tell