Over It

They got nothing on you there in California
Every time you play you choose to make the rules
But about it, I had room to doubt it
Driving home I clutched my core
And I smashed the dashboard
And I almost didn't make it home, oh no
Gritted teeth and a fist to beat my sheets
I think I might be
Ooh
Over it, over it, over it
Ooh
Over it, over it, over it

I made it to my bedroom
Though, what I turned it into
Looked like a bombed-out school, Lebanon '82
And writhing in a pool of self-made suffering
Munch meant me when he painted "The Scream"
Crawling out of my skin
Asking, haven't been listening
I cut God off every time she speaks to me
I think I must be
Ooh
Over it, over it, over it
Ooh
Over it, over it, over it

Doctor got your only
Antidote for loneliness
Yes, I found it on a social feed
People chasing people and money drugs and vehicles
And fame looking with shame at the face in the mirror
It's clear they're
Over it, over it, over it

Looking for a message
The answer to your question
Can be found in the heartbeat in your chest
And a little bit of breath
Get
Ooh
Over it, over it, over it
Ooh
Over it

And a little bit of breath
And a little bit of breath
Over it, over it, over it
Over it, over it, over it