If I ever say I'm over you The unsentimental things I do Will have driven out the ghosts, Somehow, And pulled me through If I tend to disregard your touch Well, it seems to me it would be Such a waste of time to let this poor heart Feel that much But sometimes a photograph Can make me cry or force a laugh And somehow the memory Of how complete we used to be Is keeping me from you If you ever hear me doubt the past It's a simple fact; we didn't last Run aground on hard times While the good times flew too fast I don't know if we can make amends This may be the way out story ends With too little left for lovers And too much for friends But sometimes a photograph Can make me cry or force a luagh And somehow the memory Of how complete we used to be Is keeping me from you So don't believe it's true If I ever say I'm over you