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.

