Tim Kasher - Not Over You lyrics

I am not over you Being over me A mother calls to her child, He brazenly remains on the swing set She recalls those formative years When he'd cling so tight to her pant leg I'm holding everything back, I can't let you get the best of me again In my head, I'm packing my bags But I won't get up from this park bench I am not over you Being over me A subtle roll of the eyes When I can't find my car keys again That almost inaudible laugh When I retell old jokes to your friends