It rained today inside of me Winds of dismay, they blew me away I felt the change in the weather, whether it be my blame to place 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
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 And the ability to forget because it's all over now
You would not believe the degree of irony the could be in a Five letter metaphor You wouldn't believe And in a period of time, how many consistent increments compiled, There could be for new that changes your life You would not believe.
