I’d like to say I’m over it,
I mean, I really wish I could.
It really is about time I quit,
But this pang has got me good.

I know I’m not the first one,
Heartbreak is chic, it’s classic.
It’s likely older than the Moon and Sun,
Felt in times Jurassic.

The truth can’t be sugar coated
I can say no, and deny, deny, deny,  
I’m Sandy, I’m hopelessly devoted,
And not the first to cry.

This all feels so stupid and melodramatic,
I try to deal with charm and wit.
It only really hurts when things are slow and static,
I can’t wait ‘till the day I’m really over it.