Was it mistake?
Was it fate?
What does it take to move on from this?
Because my head is taking trips
That bring me back to all of it
My heart's a broken record and
Skipping repeatedly saying this
"Get over it."
You can fact check, beat a dead horse
And dig deeper and down
And then you look up, you've seen enough
But you find you're stuck deep in the ground
I was wrongfully treated indeed... or was it me?
I try to make sense of this so I can
Get over it, get over it, get over it, get over it
I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it... over it
I should dwell somewhere else on beautiful things
Stop thinking, stop sinking, stop digging and get over it
Get over it, get over it, get over it, get over it
I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it... over it
