If I ever say I'm over you,
The unsentimental things I do
Will have driven out the ghosts,
Somehow,
And pulled me through.
If I tend to disregard your touch
Well, it seems to me it would be
Such a waste of time to let this poor heart
Feel that much,
But sometimes a photograph
Can make me cry or force a laugh,
And somehow the memory
Of how complete we used to be
Is keeping me from you.
If you ever hear me doubt the past,
It's a simple fact; we didn't last,
Run aground on hard times
While the good times flew too fast.
I'm not sure if we can make amends.
This may be the way out story ends
With too little left for lovers
And too much for friends.
But sometimes a photograph
Can make me cry or force a laugh,
And somehow the memory
Of how complete we used to be
Is keeping me from you.
So don't believe it's true
If I ever say I'm over you.