Over You - Lily Moore

I wish that you would fuck one of my friends in our bed

And tell me after how she is the best you’ve ever had

I know it must sound cruel, but it’s what you’ve got to do

Oh, for me to get over you

So, crash my car and burn all of my clothes and say you’ll meet me

Then leave me outside in the cold and go deceive me

Rip my heart out my chest until there’s nothing left

Oh, I’ll, I’ll still think you’re the best

I wish that I could hate your guts

I wish that I could say you’re a fucker

Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose

Wreck my life, that’s what I want you to do

For me to get over you

Bring her to my gig and you can kiss her in the front row

Then after make me cry and say if I died, there’d be no more troubles

Take her on holiday to my favourite place

Oh, yeah, rub it in my face

Then maybe I could hate your guts

And I wish I could say you’re a fucker

Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose

Wreck my life, that’s what I want you to do

For me to get over you

Over you

'Cause all the time we’re friends

I just can’t see the end

I wish that I could hate you, yeah, I really do

I wish that I could hate your guts

I wish that I could say you’re a fucker

Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose

Wreck my life, that’s what I want you to do

For me to get over you

(I just wanna get over you)

Over you, you

(I just wanna get over you)

Oh, twist the knife, cut me loose

Wreck my life, that’s what I want you to do

For me to get over you