Your clothes out on the blacktop

Scattered suits on the street

Frames and broken pictures in the mid-september heat

We set these nights 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 been making me wait

So keep your two-timing games

It's a lot of 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 mean

Diamonds and white gold watches

Watch how fast they will soar

You always said you wanted to give back to the poor.

I told you back in june

You knew damn well what I would do.

Three hundred sixty five days

You been making me wait

So keep your two-timing games

It's a lot of 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 these 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 to last.

Three hundred sixty five days

You been making me wait

So keep your two-timing games

It's a lot of too late

The summer's over, over, over

Over, over, over.

Three hundred sixty five days

You been making me wait

So keep your two-timing games

It's a lot of too late

The summer's over, over, over

Over, over, over now.

Over now...