It’s Over 

Written in January 2000 in Nashville, Tennessee

Get yourself a cup of coffee
You know where the cream and sugar is
Or maybe you’d rather a whisky
You know where I keep it hid
Where I always did

Listen I don’t want to talk about it
Because we’ve been through it all before
The whole damn town been talking about it
And I don’t wanna talk about it anymore

It’s over
It’s over
It’s over
Yeah, ain’t it, babe?
And the nights don’t have to be lonesome
If we can keep it hid
Like we always did

How can you wouldn’t regret it?
But how could you say that you would?
If there was a way then we would forget it
Yeah, we probably would
That’s if we only could

It’s over
It’s over
It’s over
Yeah, ain’t it, babe?
And the nights don’t have to be lonesome
If we can keep it hid
Like we always did

So get yourself a cup of coffee
Because it’s too late anyhow
It’s a shame we couldn’t talk to each other then, honey
The way we’re talking to each other now

It’s over
It’s over
It’s over
Yeah, ain’t it, babe?
And the nights won’t have to be lonesome
If we can keep it hid
Like we always did

It’s over
It’s over
It’s over
It’s ok
It’s ok
It’s ok
And the nights don’t have to be lonesome
If we can keep it that way
Hey girl, what do you say?

That’s right

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