Song Description

Full band led by acoustic guitars and glistening synths. Mellow raspy voice with conversational lyrics.

Lyrics

I saw everybody out last night
And after I polished off a good drink or two
You know I didn?t - even ask about you

I was woken up early by a stomach that wasn?t sick
A pillow that wasn?t damp,
I reached out for a tissue like a junkie for a fix
But your photo wasn?t stuck in my hand

I must be getting over you

I left everybody and I polished off my last goodbye
And after Four months of midnight drive-bys
This time I drove right to your block and I passed right by


I was woken up early by a stomach that wasn?t sick
A pillow that wasn?t damp,
I was jolted out of bed by the peace of a restful sleep
?Cause your photo wasn?t stuck in my hand
I must be getting over you

If it all goes right according to plan
The wind of my liberation
Will blow through your land
And your stomach will be sick
And your pillow will be damp
And you?ll drive by my house
And I?ll be waiting there

I must be getting over you
I must be getting over you
I must be getting over you
Now it?s your turn to
Now it?s your turn to