Over It

They got nothing on you there in California Every time you play you choose to make the rules But about it, I had room to doubt it Driving home I clutched my core And I smashed the dashboard And I almost didn't make it home, oh no Gritted teeth and a fist to beat my sheets I think I might be Ooh Over it, over it, over it Ooh Over it, over it, over it I made it to my bedroom Though, what I turned it into Looked like a bombed-out school, Lebanon '82 And writhing in a pool of self-made suffering Munch meant me when he painted "The Scream" Crawling out of my skin Asking, haven't been listening I cut God off every time she speaks to me I think I must be Ooh Over it, over it, over it Ooh Over it, over it, over it Doctor got your only Antidote for loneliness Yes, I found it on a social feed People chasing people and money drugs and vehicles And fame looking with shame at the face in the mirror It's clear they're Over it, over it, over it Looking for a message The answer to your question Can be found in the heartbeat in your chest And a little bit of breath Get Ooh Over it, over it, over it Ooh Over it And a little bit of breath And a little bit of breath Over it, over it, over it Over it, over it, over it