Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories - It's Over lyrics

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 And that's what I fear Too much to ask for May leave me feeling lonely But too little leaves me nothing, nothing 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 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 all still solemn and bleeding? Are we still swimming to water that was already wet? I can 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 goodbye One way to float is if you die And it's over, it's over, it's over It's over, it's over, it's over It's over, it's over