Was it mistakes? Was it fate? What does it take to move on from this? Because my head is taking trips That bring me back to all of it My heart's a broken record and Skipping repeatedly saying this, "Get over it." You can fact check, beat a dead horse And dig deeper and down And then you look up, you've seen enough But you find you're stuck deep in the ground I was wrongfully treated indeed... or was it me? I try to make sense of this so I can Get over it I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it... over it I should dwell somewhere else Yes I should dwell somewhere else on beautiful things Get over it I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it... over it Was it mistakes? Was it fate? What does it take to move on from this? Get over it I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it... over it Stop thinking, stop sinking, stop digging and get over it I gotta get, oh, I gotta get over it... over it