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.