[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.]