Get Over It

You used to be my painkiller

And I used to be your Arthur Miller

But now I'm just the dead salesman

And I'm waiting around for the feel-good mailman

So I can get underground

Get lost

Get found

Get over it

Get underground

Get lost

Get found

Get over it

Now I'm not one to work through it

I called in sick and I'm sticking to it

I'm off the tracks, but I'm hitting rails, man

And I'm waiting around for the feel good mailman

So I can get underground

Get lost

Get found

Get over it

Get underground

Get lost

Get found

Get over it

We got locked outside

Because I brought the bad key

You said it was gonna rain

You could feel it in your bad knee

And I still have the pills from when you broke your leg

But you don't live here anymore so I don't even have to beg

I can get underground

Get lost

Get found

Get over it

Get underground

Get lost

Get found

Get over it

Get underground

Get lost

Get found

Get over it

Get underground

Get lost

Get found

Get over it