So I Am Over You

It's tearing in the place where my heart once stood

And missing you, baby, ain't doing me good

It's gnawing and gnashing like teeth in my head

And there's times in the night I'd feel better off dead

So I am over you; tell me what good does it do

'Cause I'm drunk, and drinking at Hattie's at a quarter to two

'Cause I'm over you

He's serving you drinks; he's dishing up smiles

When it's bar time, baby, those minutes mean miles

Well, he's a watchdog, girl; don't you understand

That while he's barking up your tree the boy's got new plans?

So I am over you tell me what good does it do

'cause I'm drunk and drinking at Hattie's at quarter to two

So I am over you; tell me what good does it bring

'Cause I'm over you, and you're over me

When we look at the truth, it's ugly we see

When I read to you, baby, from the book that you wrote

I got a choked-up feeling in the back of my throat

Was it a love sick virus or the knot in my noose?

You say your backpack's heavy, bitch; set the bricks loose

So I am over you; tell me what good does it do

'Cause I'm drunk, and drinking at Hattie's at a quarter to two

So I am over you; tell me what good does it bring

I empty the bottles; I fill up the ashtrays and sing