Over You
I wish that you would fuck one of my friends in our bed
And tell me after how she is the best you've ever had
I know it must sound cruel, but it's what you've got to do
Oh, for me to get over you
So, crash my car and burn all of my clothes and say you'll meet me
Then leave me outside in the cold and go deceive me
Rip my heart out my chest until there's nothing left
Oh, I'll, I'll still think you're the best
I wish that I could hate your guts
I wish that I could say you're a fucker
Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
For me to get over you
Bring her to my gig and you can kiss her in the front row
Then after make me cry and say if I died, there'd be no more troubles
Take her on holiday to my favourite place
Oh, yeah, rub it in my face
Then maybe I could hate your guts
And I wish I could say you're a fucker
Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
For me to get over you
Over you
'Cause all the time we're friends
I just can't see the end
I wish that I could hate you, yeah, I really do
I wish that I could hate your guts
I wish that I could say you're a fucker
Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
For me to get over you
(I just wanna get over you)
Over you, you
(I just wanna get over you)
Oh, twist the knife, cut me loose
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
For me to get over you
And tell me after how she is the best you've ever had
I know it must sound cruel, but it's what you've got to do
Oh, for me to get over you
So, crash my car and burn all of my clothes and say you'll meet me
Then leave me outside in the cold and go deceive me
Rip my heart out my chest until there's nothing left
Oh, I'll, I'll still think you're the best
I wish that I could hate your guts
I wish that I could say you're a fucker
Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
For me to get over you
Bring her to my gig and you can kiss her in the front row
Then after make me cry and say if I died, there'd be no more troubles
Take her on holiday to my favourite place
Oh, yeah, rub it in my face
Then maybe I could hate your guts
And I wish I could say you're a fucker
Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
For me to get over you
Over you
'Cause all the time we're friends
I just can't see the end
I wish that I could hate you, yeah, I really do
I wish that I could hate your guts
I wish that I could say you're a fucker
Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
For me to get over you
(I just wanna get over you)
Over you, you
(I just wanna get over you)
Oh, twist the knife, cut me loose
Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do
For me to get over you
Credits
Writer(s): Philp John Plested, Phil Cook, Lily Constance Rendle-moore
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