I knew it back in my mind
that he had found someone new
yet it ached me everyday to ask
and with liquor in my bloodstream
the text was sent in a heartbeat

I thought it wouldn't hurt
because I already knew
but when the response was mine
with the dreadful answer
it hurt me more than anything

I thought I could look past it
but everyday I think about her
if she is better than me
if she is happy with my love
if she can give him back

"Don't worry, I'm finally over him"
And it was in that moment
When my lips felt the words running out
I knew that I had become a liar

The definition of over isn't:
Thinking about him every morning of everyday
And not being able to stay away from the phone
Because you can't miss a call, you can't text him back too late

When he is there, he is really there
But when he is gone, he is forever gone
Or at least until you mumble those words
"I'm over him"

Darling, I promise you
He will be back
And if you not stay strong enough
You won't be over him