It's Over

Sorry sir, I stole your money
Sorry sir, I feel,
But it's so, so twisted,
So unreal
It was what I'd heard of
And what I didn't have,
But I cannot give what I do not have,
And I cannot take what I do not have
I can't take it
Don't stultify
Don't hold me high
Don't stultify
Don't hold me high
Too many things held precious,
Too many things held dear;
That's what I hate,
That's what I fear
Too much to ask for
May leave me feeling lonely, but
Too little leaves me nothing, nothing
But the drone in your voice and the fly on the wall said
"It's over, it's over, it's over, it is"
What do I wish for you, what do I wish
It's over, it's over, it is
Are we still solemn and bleeding
Are we still swimming to water that was wet
You can't give away certain things that you get
From the outside
To the inside I couldn't tell you how it really was
There has to be more on one hand,
Keep your head above water on the other, the other
But the drone in your voice and the fly on the wall
Said "It's over, it's over, it's over, it is"
What do I wish for you, what do I wish
It's over, it's over, it is
And are we still solemn and bleeding
And are we still swimming to water that was already wet
I can't forgive, but I won't forget
I'll wish for you,
I'll plead and I'll steal
Hold me precious, hold me dear
I'll wish for you,
I'll sing and I'll feel
Don't stultify, don't hold me high
Like a Gothic staple, a last good-bye,
One way to float is if you die
And it's over, it's over, it's over