Not Over You - Tim Kasher
I am not over you
Bein' over me
I am not over you
Bein' over me
A mother calls to her child
And recently remains on the swing set
She recalls those formative years
When he'd cling so tight to her leg
I'm holdin' everythin' back
I can't let you get the best of me again
In my head I'm packing my bags
But I won't get up from this park bench
I am not over you
Bein' over me
I am not over you
Bein' over me
I am not over you
Bein' over me
A subtle roll of the eyes
When I can't find my car keys again
That almost inaudible sight
When I retail old jokes is new friend
I am not over you
Bein' over me
I am not over you
Bein' over me
