Gotta Get Over It

Hey I heard you just got back today From a work trip in LA Nothing new around here And I’ll just say If you come around my way Two minutes off the highway I’ll let you bend my ear Some bags you need to lay down just outside the door You’ve been carrying them for so long but you don’t need them anymore Time to call the tailor for a better fit But first things first, you’ve gotta to get over it Call me insane I packed a bag and I took the train Down the coast in the freezing rain The ticket was one way Maybe it was in vain Something I needed to re-explain Nothing ventured nothing to gain I’ll try again someday And some bags I need to lay down just outside the door I’ve carried them for so long but I don’t need them anymore Time to call the tailor for a better fit But first things first, I’ve gotta get over it It’s too to easy to save it for another time Nothing really matters till it’s all on the line And some might call it a pity She’s all alone in the city She does herself up pretty The night it comes in stages She’s getting over a breakup She’s on her bed in her makeup Doodles and poems that take up An empty journal’s pages And some bags she needs to lay down just outside the door She’s been carrying them for so long, she don’t need them anymore Time to call the tailor for a better fit But first things first, she’s gotta get over it Some bags we need to lay down just outside the door We’ve been carrying them for so long we don’t need them anymore Time to call the tailor for a better fit But first things first We’ve gotta get over it Gotta get over it Hey I heard you just got back today From a work trip in LA Nothing new around here