365 Days

Your clothes out on the black top.
Scattered suits on the street.
Frames and broken pictures
in the mid-September heat.
We set the knots on fire.
So hot we burned it down.
Now all that's left of us
is ashes on the ground.
I told you back in June.
You knew damn well what I would do.
Three hundred sixty-five days, you've been making me wait.
So keep your two-timing games.
It's a lotta too late.
The summer's over. (Over, over)
Over. (Over, over)
Drop your keys from six stories.
Shout out it's raining green.
Don't tell lies in heaven
or an angel will get mine.
Diamonds and white gold watches.
Watch how fast they will soar.
You always said you wanted
to give back to that poor.
I told you back in June.
You knew damn well what I would do.
Three hundred sixty-five days, you've been making me wait.
So keep your two-timing games.
It's a lotta too late.
The summer's over. (Over, over)
Over. (Over, over)
I won't be your debutante.
Won't be the fool to your savant.
I can't fix your cracked up dreams.
While the leaves fall off the trees.
I won't spend the winter nights
holding on to what ain't right.
You might break your words real fast.
But mine are made too last.
Three hundred sixty-five days, you've been making me wait.
So keep your two-timing games.
It's a lotta too late.
The summer's over. (Over, over)
Over. (Over)
Three hundred sixty-five days, you've been making me wait.
So keep your two-timing games.
It's a lotta too late.
The summer's over. (Over, over)
Over. (Over, over now)
Over now.