It's Over

Well it rained today Inside of me Winds of dismay They blew me away And I felt the change in the weather 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 And 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 Because 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 And the rest of my life is sleep To dream of what it could have been You would not believe The degree of irony that could be in a Five letter metaphor No, you wouldn't believe No, 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 Oh, no, no 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