It rained today inside of me
Winds of dismay, they blew me away
And I felt the change in the weather
Whether it be my blame to place
Well it's over
It's over now

Don't tell me, don't tell me this is for good
And the leaves will never change
I'm waiting, still waiting for your face
To exceed a picture frame
It's four years and a work week to regret
And blame you all over again
The rest of my life is sleep
To dream of what it could have been

Broken is more now than broken ever was then
Something with some form of fix
Has gone and grown hopeless
So invent the tools to mend
Years, years, years of negligence
Or the ability to forget
Cause it's over, it's all over now

Don't tell me, don't tell me this is for good
And the leaves will never change
I'm waiting, still waiting for your face
To exceed a picture frame
It's four years and a work week to regret
And blame you all over again
The rest of my life is sleep
To dream of what it could have been
You would not believe (you would not believe)
The degree of irony the could be
In a five letter metaphor
No you wouldn't believe
No, no, and in a period of time
How many consistent increments compiled
There could be for new that changes your life
No you wouldn't believe

Don't tell me, don't tell me this is for good
And the leaves will never change
I'm waiting, still waiting for your face
To exceed a picture frame
It's four years and a work week to regret
And blame you all over again
And the rest of my life is sleep
To dream of what it could have been