[Verse 1]
You talk like the sky got nothin’ to prove
Name-droppin' weather like it's part of your move
“Used to be bluer,” you start to claim —
But I’m watchin' pigeons play the same old game
[Chorus x2]
Little fluffy clouds, they don’t explain
Why your stories drift but never rain
Up in your bubble, you complain
But I like my skies a bit insane
[Verse 2]
You hum like static on a borrowed track
Sayin’ “it was better way, way back”
But I see colors in the cracks you miss
And I sip the breeze like a fizzy kiss