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.