I am over these things
I am over these things
I am over these things
I am over these things

Walking to the woods with you in 2008
All night long, I'm alone on the floor of your room

Sending anything just to know
Crying, crying on the phone

In the fall, I won't think of you at all
Spent all November in the woods
In the fall, I can see my car
You're empty of my love

Crying, crying on the phone
Crying, crying on the phone

I am over these things
I am over these things