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The weather today was cloudy peppermint.
Seeing your face was no less than heaven-sent,
but never again, and I know why:
'cause there are clouds on the ground and trees in the sky.

You were right about everything and I was wrong.
I haven't seen you in oh so very long.
All I can think about is how you and I
could always see clouds on the ground and trees in the sky.

I can't promise you I'm always gonna be nearby.
I can't promise you I'm never gonna make you cry.
But when I see you, the real world ends.
And all I wanna know is, when's the next time?

Things are already going better without you,
exactly how I knew that they were going to.
But better can feel terrible after goodbye.
Why are there clouds on the ground and trees in the sky?

I can't promise you I'm always gonna be nearby.
I can't promise you I'm never gonna make you cry.
But when I see you, the real world ends.
And all I wanna know is, when's the next time?

I met somebody once who'd written thousands of lists, he
had a list of reasons I'd miss you and you'd miss me.
He had a list of all the ways we know how to die
and all the clouds on the ground and trees in the sky.

I can't promise you I'm always gonna be nearby.
I can't promise you I'm never gonna make you cry.
But when I see you, the real world ends.
And all I wanna know is, when's the next time?
When's the next time? When's the next time?
When's the next time?