I don't want to get over you. I guess I could take 

a sleeping pill and sleep at will and not have to 

go through what I go through. I guess I should take 

Prozac, right, and just smile all night at somebody new,

Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind who would 

try to get you off my mind. I could leave this agony behind

which is just what I'd do if I wanted to, but I don't 

want to get over you cause I don't want to get over love. 

I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist 

and not have to dream of what I dream of; I could listen 

to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough, 

or I could make a career of being blue--I could dress 

in black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink 

vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream but I 

don't want to get over you.