Borrowed pens on dotted lines
sign the past away
This is yours and that is mine
So the papers say
How can you move so quickly?
How can you heal so fast?

And what will I do with my mornings?
What will I do with my nights?

Tell me what you see in her
that used to be in me
Why is it the simple truths
are hardest to believe?
After this day is over,
how can we still be friends

And what will I do with my mornings?
What will I do with my nights?
You want answers that I can’t give
You want words I don’t know
Ask me when I’m through
getting over you

After this day is over
how will my dreams go on?

And what will I do with my mornings?
What will I do with my nights?
You want answers that I can’t give
You want words I don’t know
Ask me when I’m through
getting over you

Ask me when I’m through
getting over you