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