| Borrowed pens on dotted lines |
| Sign the past away. |
| This is yours and that is mine, |
| So the papers say. |
| How can you move so quickly? |
| How can you heal so fast? |
| And what will I do with my mornings? |
| And what will I do with my nights? |
| Tell me what you see in her that used to be in me, |
| Why is it the simple truths are hardest to believe? |
| How can I start all over? |
| Knowing we’ll just be friends. |
| And what will i do with my mornings? |
| And what will i do with my nights? |
| You want answers that I can’t give, |
| You want words I don’t know. |
| Ask me when I’m through getting over you. |
| Mmmmm oooh |
| After this day is over, |
| How will my dreams go on? |
| And what will I do with my mornings? |
| Tell me what will I do with my nights? |
| You want answers that I can’t give, |
| You want words I don’t know. |
| Ask me when I’m through getting over you. |
| Ask me when I’m through getting over you. |