Not Over You

Dreams,
that's where I have to go
to see your beautiful face anymore.
I stare at a picture of you
and listen to the radio.
Hope, hope there's a conversation
where we both admit we had it good.
But until then it's alienation, I know.
That much is understood.
And I realize:

If you ask me how I'm doin'
I would say I'm doin' just fine.
I would lie and say that you're
not on my mind.
But I go out,
and I sit down
at a table set for two,
and finally I'm forced to face the truth.
No matter what I say, I'm not over you.

Damn...
Damn girl you do it well,
and I thought you were innocent.
You took this heart and
you put it through hell,
but still, you're magnificent.
I... I'm a boomerang.
Doesn't matter how you throw me.
Turn around and I'm back in the game,
even better than the old me.
But I'm not even close without you.

If you ask me how I'm doin'
I would say I'm doin' just fine.
I would lie and say that you're
not on my mind.
But I go out,
and I sit down
at a table set for two,
and finally I'm forced to face the truth.
No matter what I say, I'm not over you.

And if I had a chance to renew,
you know there isn't a thing I wouldn't do.
I could get back on the right track,
but only if you'd be convinced.
So until then...

If you ask me how I'm doin'
I would say I'm doin' just fine.
I would lie and say that you're
not on my mind.
But I go out,
and I sit down
at a table set for two,
and finally I'm forced to face the truth.
That no matter what I say, I'm not over you.
Not over you...
Not over you...
Not over you.