Over

and it happened awful quickly but it cut me awful deep
like i slipped on top of the ice and then slipped into a sleep
she'd been moaning all night, she'd been dreaming all day
while i was writing her a letter with all the nothings i could say
which i slipped into her purse between the pillbox and the phone
and i remembered for a moment what it's like to be alone
but as she waited for her ride i somehow found my eyes were dry
and when those four wheels started spinning i saw my right hand wave goodbye

but it doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel one day older
doesn't feel like it's over yet

headed back through the city with the radio soft
tried to park her by the curb, walked up to my loft
sat down by the tv with a left-over meal
but my food was awful salty and the people weren't real

but it doesn't feel like it's over
where's that calm, where's that closure
doesn't feel like it's over yet

you can leave me like a wave in the ocean
and i can turn from the tide
i can pick up sand, let it slip through my fingers
while you wash up on the other side

now i step through the hoops and i swing from day to day
and i look at other women but they seem so far away
and i know she's even farther and that i should let them in
but then why do i still sense her on every single inch of my skin?

it doesn't feel like it's over
though my heart's growing colder
doesn't feel like it's over

doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel one day older
tell me it isn't over, yet

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