‘Cause I don’t want to get over love
I could listen to my therapist
Just 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.