[i don't want to get over you]

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 seventeen.
That would be a scream, but I don't want to get over you.