I don’t want to get over you I guess I could take a sleeping pill
And sleep at will and not have to go through what I go through
I guess I should take Prozac, right, and just smile all night
At somebody new, somebody not too bright
But sweet and kind who would try to get you off my mind
I could leave this agony behind which is just what I’d do
If I wanted to, but I don’t want to get over you

Cause I don’t want to get over love I could listen to my therapist,
Pretend you don’t exist and not have to dream of what I dream of;
I could listen to all my friends and go out again
And pretend it’s enough, or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth
Like I was 17 That would be a scream, but I don’t want to get over you

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